Imagine you’re wearing one of Copia’s big rock t shirts while laying on your stomach, reading a book or on your phone playing a game. He can see you rocking your thick hips back and forth absentmindedly, you don’t even know what you’re doing to him.
He’d like to show you why showing your ass off in those tight panties is a terrible idea. It’s like showing a piece of meat to a monster and it expecting not to just attack you.
He puts his work glasses down and gets up from his desk. He goes over to you, not answering when you greet him innocently. You gasp as he completely ignores you and moves your panties to the side to get to that warm heat in between your thick legs.
“Copia-“
“Ah, ah, dolcezza-Papa’s working..”
His fingers tease your clit and your glistening flesh, you’ve been hiding things from him.
“You were needing me, hm?”
You quickly nod your head, “Mhm!”
Your mouth drops open when he fixes two fingers inside you, already able to do that just from how wet you are.
“Naughty bambina, next time I’ll bring my cane.” He mumbles, his husky voice melting you.
That makes you whimper as he scissors you, over and over, making you whine louder. The phone in your hand now discarded on the bed.
You can’t help but beg him to fuck you now, panting and moaning and whining into his mattress. You feel drool trickling from your mouth, your fingers gripping the sheets.
Copia tsks, “Easy, baby, Papa will help you, si?” Those lovely fingers massaging the right place at the exact right time, making your eyes roll back.
“Si, Papa.”
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You collapse on top of him an hour later. Both of you panting heavily as he wraps an arm around your sweaty body.
You giggle in the after glow of the spontaneous but amazing sex you just had.
“So.. what was that for?”
Copia laughs, his chest vibrating against you.
“Just.. just wear my shirts more often.” He says with a hefty exhale.
You blush, then give him a big kiss on his cheek. The act melts him. Everything about you melts his heart in the best way.
“Yes, Papa.”
