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pairing: john zenin x fem!reader
ππ πππππ. . . john zenin asks for you to hop on that dick
βagghhβ fuck. . . mnngh, go slower, would ya?β
is practically the only thing you can hear as you're milking your husband, john zenin, dry. it all started with a scandalous outfit, the colour of grey which matched the colour of his outgrown, messy pubes.
him, seeing you walk around the house like that?
fuck, it's like you wanted him to sneak up behind you and press his nonexistent lips to your neck, biting the fragile skin purple.
he tips his head back, groaning into his palm as his other hand grips your ass, leaving marks ass it jiggles on his soaked crotch.
β. . . god, you're so huuugee, john, baby!β you cry out, gripping the bedβ wet pussy clenching around his impressively long, girthy cock.
βyeah, like that, honey. you're clenching me so well.β you can practically hear the wide grin on his face.
your movements go sloppy, sweat running down your eyebrow as you bring him closer to release. he moves a hand up your back, running a finger down your spineβ you shiver, grinding n taking him harder than before.
βatta girl.β he huffs, cold breath grazing your ass.
his white robes are discarded as waste on the floor, strong abs and thighs on display for you as you ride him.
a filthy, light ring of pre forms around the base of his cock, and he slaps your ass, leaving a red handprint straight on it as it moves on his hard dick.
you feel your makeup melting off of your face, tears running down your cheeks at how well his long cock was hitting exactly every angle.
your pussy clenches around him, movements getting needier.
βm'gonna cum! shit, i'm gonnaββ your eyes roll to the back of your skull, salty cum coating his spent, still hard cock.
he groans so loud it rivals the kansas city chiefs at arrowhead stadium on september 29 in 2014, releasing musky slick into your warm pussy.
he bottoms out one last time, pulling himself out of you with a shlick,
βoh, you thought we were done, you nasty girl?β he purrs, gripping his cock.
βlick it. lick the cum straight off my cock.β you oblige, wrapping your lips around him, swirling your tongue around his tip, going deeper to leave with his dick clean and shiny.
your manicured hands find the base of his girthy cock, cheeks hollowing out, staring at him in the eyes.
βahhh! oh, juuuustt like that, fuck me!β he cries out, grabbing you by the hair, unable to look you in the eyes.
you spit on his tip, grabbing a pretty fingerβ running it down his slit. he is not able to supress a whimper from escaping his lips, feeling you go back down on him.
his dick is clean. well. you thought.
he cums in your mouth, a smoky n warm essence filling your mouth.
you swallow all of it, adam's apple bobbing as it spills down your throat, sending goosebumps down your arm and a shiver down your spine.
and john looks. . . utterly defeated.
utterly defeated by the pretty girl that has his heart.
Β© π€π’π«πππ¦π©π’π, 2026. do not repost as your own, translate or feed any of my works into ai.
i know this joke is tired as fuck but i really wanted my john zenin fic back so π’ 500 words of you clapping john cheeks
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