dilf john b with a prickly beard eating you out and the hairs on his face keep touching your thighs and making you sensitive hmmm..
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i like the idea of dilf john b being a separate universe to dbf!john b. instead, he’s just some random dilf you picked up that you’d grown rather attached to. i’d spoken about this a loooong time ago, how he’s just some local guy who frequents at the restaurant you waitress at. he’s always there with some friends going over what looks like maps and other blueprints, but his eyes always linger on you when you pass— smiling at you kindly in his front facing baseball cap and printed shirts and something about him just made you trust him. one thing leads to another and soon he’s the only man you can fuck, because no one else has experience like john b. no one can make you cum like john b.
you’re staying at his house, it’s the middle of the night — you’re hot, too hot, squirming on your back in just his tshirt as he tries to sate your squirmy and whiny mood by eating you out. maybe you’re just hypersensitive to everything, or overstimulated but the feeling of his stubble growing in was making you extra tearful — the short hairs making your thighs sore and pussy sensitive.
“oww, john b!” you cry out for the third time in the past few minutes. the man pulls back just slightly to press a soothing kiss to your lower belly, smoothing a hand up your skin to comfort you.
“mm, i know. i’m here bubba.” his voice is warm and deep, weathered by the years just a tad that made it rumble just that little bit more. you let out a squeak with your bottom lip between your teeth, your legs falling open limp.
“s’hurting me. so scratchy.” you’re so wound up you can barely talk, sweaty and flustered and he’s just being so patient with you that it’s making your stomach hurt.
“i thought you liked the stubble. hm?” he chuckles, taking a break between your legs to kiss back up your body until he reaches your face, smearing your own juices on your cheek as he kisses you all over. you groan, and he wipes it away with his hands.
“i do. m’just sore.” you complain, and his gentle smile doesn’t budge. it never seems to, not when he’s with you anyway.
“how can i make that all better, sweet girl? you still wanna cum for me? or do you wanna cuddle up and get some rest?” he communicates and you feel like crying at the idea of stopping.
“wanna cum. wanna cum so badly.” you sniffle and he nods.
“okayokay— can still do that for you sweetheart. take some deep breaths, yeah? not doing this if it stops being fun for you angel. i can’t.” he keeps his tone kind as to not set you off.
you suck in a shaky breath and nod. “okay.” you whisper and he kisses you on the centre of your forehead.
“good girl. gonna rub that pretty clit now, kay? make it all better? that alright?” he raises his brows, and even in the dark you can see the way his forehead creases up with weathered lines. you lick your lips, tasting yourself on them still from the kiss you shared and nod once more. no one could do it like dilf!johnb.
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