#glasses.

mhm, exactly! yup, yup, yup!

when you’re bouncing on it, clark puts his glasses on to really see you. his big hands roaming all over your tits, squeezing and sucking those beautiful mounds. he exhales through his nose like a damn animal. doesn’t even wanna come up for air. glasses all crooked before he adjusts them again. he’s gotta see you.

and when he’s lapping at your glistening cunt, hands on either of your thighs, massaging, his glasses are all foggy from his breath. breathing all hard and working harder. his chin dripping in your sweet juices.

or sometimes he just… forgets. he’s so busy with fucking his babies into you, he doesn’t even realize his glasses are still on. they’re low on the bridge of his nose as he groans in your ear, mumbling something about how warm you are. how much he loves you. how much he doesn’t deserve you or this perfect cunt.

his hair’s all messy. his glasses are slipping. he keeps having to push them up with one hand while he’s splitting you open with the other. you try to reach for them once and he catches your wrist. shakes his head.

“no, baby. leave ’em. wanna see you.”

his eyes all blown out behind the lenses. sweat fogging up the glass. you’re clenching around him and he’s trying so hard not to lose it—muttering shit like “s’too much, you feel so good, god i can’t stop” while he fucks you through the mattress.

and when you cum?

he pulls back to watch. literally leans back on his knees, palms your thighs open, breathes hard behind the foggy frames, and watches you twitch around his cock like it’s the most beautiful thing in the world.

XCLUSIVE PARTY DAY TWO

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