#loveanddeepspace

You nod too fast, cheeks heating as you tug the blanket higher, squishing your thighs together, praying the movement looks causal.

“Are you sure? You’ve been… I dunno… weird tonight.”

“Weird?” you squeak. “What do you mean?”

Caleb turns fully toward you, and you stubbornly keep your gaze locked on the screen. Something shifts in the air under his attention, the room warming and suddenly shrinking two sizes too small. 

“Hey,” his voice is gentle. “Look at me.”

You swallow hard, finding your will, and turn your head. 

Caleb’s eyes are wide, but not with concern alone. They drift over the blanket wrapped around your body, then back to your face, soft but intent. 

“You don’t have to lie,” he murmurs. “I can tell you’re uncomfortable.”

“I’m not!” you defend quickly. “I could never be uncomfortable with you. I’m just… having one of those days…”

“Yeah?” His voice drops then, like he already knows. He shifts just an inch closer and it makes everything worse. “Y’know you don’t have to lie to me, pips.”

You close your eyes, exhaling. He’s not going to let it go.

“It’s just… that day during my cycle,” you mutter, fingers twisting in the blanket. “It… makes me all flustered and…” you trail off, never more embarrassed. 

“Can I help?”

Your eyes snap open. “W-What?”

“Can I help?” he repeats, already moving closer to crowd your space. Large arms brace on either side of your hips. His gaze goes hazy, hungry in a way you’ve never let yourself notice before. “Please?”

You choke on a gasp, the sound breaking into a needy whine. Your mind pulls in two opposite directions–your pussy throbbing helplessly at the offer while your heart twists at how much could change if you give in. 

The decision is made for you. Caleb sees the hesitation, but the desire in your eyes win. His lips crash onto yours.

You melt instantly. Of course you do. Your fingers tangle in his hair, dragging him close while you pant into his mouth like you’ve been craving this for far longer than just tonight. 

Your heart pounds in time with the pulse between your thighs, completely soaking you through the dainty fabric. 

No more words. Caleb's hands do the talking, rough and impatient as they yank your shorts down your legs. His gaze immediately darts to your panties and he groans low in his throat. 

“Oh my… fuck…” he breaths, already shoving his sweats down. “Why didn’t you let me help you earlier?” 

“I–I was embarrassed.” You admit, failing against the cushions. 

“You never have to be embarrassed, baby…” the pet name curls around you, warm and possessive. “Never for this.” 

He settles over you, sweats pushed low but boxers still on. His cock is painfully hard, straining against the fabric, but he doesn’t touch himself—just presses the thick length right against your soaked, cotton covered core. 

You gasp, the contact is electric, exactly what your pussy’s been begging for. Caleb dips down and captures your lips, the kiss turning messy almost instantly. You cling to each other, exhaling loud out of your noses to not separate. His hips drag, pulling sweet little whines from your throat.

Caleb’s lip part as a raw moan slips free, his lips still dragging wet kisses across yours. He pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes half-lidded and completely fixated, like he can’t believe this is real. The hard line in his boxers grinds against the thin cotton covering your heat again. 

Best friends definitely weren’t supposed to be doing this. But the forbidden edge tastes so sweet, and the simple, devastating fact that it’s him, only makes it more addictive.

You lift your hips aggressively, chasing friction when the head of his cock brushes your swollen clit through the layers. Your panties are drenched now, letting him slide easily, every drag spending sparks up your spine. The wrongness of it, the rightness of him, is intoxicating.

Your sweet, protective best friend, reduced to nothing but a man desperate for any form of contact from you.

“Pips…” he groans, pressing harder. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

A wicked smirk curves your lips before you pull him back into a messy, open-mouthed kiss that's full of a hunger neither of you wishes to hide. Your teeth sink into his bottom lip, then your tongue soothes the sting. 

His large hands roam up from your hips to squeeze your breasts through the thin fabric of his t-shirt you’d stolen tonight. You–all bare legs, skimpy panties, and his shirt–has him twitching in his boxers. 

“Fuck…” he pants, pulling back from the kiss, but never stilling his shallow thrusts. Conflict suddenly flashes in his eyes. “We…we shouldn’t be—ah!—doing this.”

You manage a sweet, dangerously innocent voice, slowly rocking your hips—just once, over his throbbing need. “W-Why not, Caleb? You’re just helping me. We’re…mmph…not doing anything wrong.”

He groans at the obvious lie, bracing himself on his forearms to suspend his weight over you. His muscles are wound tight, straining against his restraint, which crumbles with his next sentence.

“I need to… see you,” he grunts. “See what I’m doing to you, pretty girl.”

Before you can think, his trembling hand hooks your panties aside. The choked sound he makes at the sight of your glistening, swollen pussy, goes straight to your core, then he’s slamming his still-clothed cock right over your directly exposed wetness.

His hips lose rhythm, jerking wildly in a desperate, uncoordinated rut. His cock throbs violently in his boxers, chasing a release he can’t hold back. The friction is filthy, intoxicating, your whimpers mixing with his wrecked moans. 

“So beautiful…” he murmurs, eyes fluttering shut.  “God, you’re so beautiful, honey.”

The most captivating sounds spill from Caleb’s lungs, a mix of whimpers and guttural moans as a sudden warmth blooms and soaks the material of his boxers, seeping out onto your puffy core. He collapses forward, breathing ragged against your ear.

“Did you just–”

“Mhmm…” he hums, voice shaky but completely unashamed. “All in my boxers. I couldn’t help it.”

You huff a gentle laugh, still trembling with want, thighs slick and aching. “Wanna do it inside me now?” 

✮⋆˙— sylus

Your bare feet pad into your shared bedroom, steam spilling out behind you and curling along the ceiling like a lingering sigh. Droplets cling to your skin, sliding down the curve of your throat and between your breasts before disappearing beneath the collar of your robe. You tug the fabric tighter, shifting your hips as the restless heat returns low in your belly.

The bath had meant to ease the tension that haunted you all day, yet all it’s done is make you more aware of it.

To your surprise, Sylus sits propped up against the headboard in nothing but a pair of black pajama pants, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, a book open in his hand. He must have returned home while you were submerged. 

The second you step into the room, his gaze lifts slowly and pins you in place. The pupils in his eyes widen, something soft but hungry in his gaze. 

He knows exactly what today is. 

“Come here,” he says sweetly, patting the mattress beside him.

You oblige without hesitation, climbing onto the bed and crawling up the sheets before flopping onto your stomach with a muffled groan. The cool fabric against your flushed skin makes you shiver. 

“You didn’t enjoy your bath?” he hums, palm gliding over your robe-clad back in slow, soothing passes that only only makes the ache worse. 

“No, I did,” you mumble into the pillow. “I’m just…” your voice trails off, embarrassment tangling your tongue. The words feel too exposed, even to your husband. 

“I know.” His tone drops, husky and threaded with quiet amusement. “You’re so warm.”

The mattress dips as he shifts to settle behind you. Strong fingers slip to your front to find the tie of your robe and loosen it, peeling the damp silk from your shoulders. His lips follow the path of exposed skin, pressing hot, lingering kisses along your shoulder blades. 

“You even smell sweet today,” he murmurs against your skin.

Heat floods all over again, a slick gush seeping from your sweet hole and onto the mattress. A quiet whimper slips free as you lift your hips, brushing your ass back against the firmness straining beneath his pajama bottoms. 

“Sylus…” you breathe. 

“Yes, kitten?” his hands slide down to your hips, thumbs kneading the soft skin. “Use your words.” 

He rolls his hips forward in a slow grind, letting you feel the heavy weight of him exactly where you’re aching most.

“I need you…” you whimper, voice small. 

Sylus smirks, peppering kisses just beneath your ear. “And why do you need me?”

You're grateful your face is buried in the mattress because your cheeks burn instantly. His teasing is gentle, but relentless–he wants to hear it.  

“Because…” you swallow. “you know… ‘m ovulating.”

Sylus groans as he presses his cock deeper against you. Your robe is peeled down your arms, the silk whispering against your skin as it gives way before it’s tossed aside. Cool air kisses your heated skin, replaced quickly by the warmth of his body hovering over yours.

“Is that so, kitten?” his hands trails down your bare back, fingers tracing every dip of your spine. “Do you want me to take care of that for you?”

“Please.”

A kiss is pressed to your head before he lifts himself long enough to push his pajamas down. You feel him a second later, the gentle tap of his cock once against your ass, a bead of precum smearing onto your skin. The sensation makes you shudder, hips instinctively pressing back for more.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice thick with admiration as his hands spread over your lower back, keeping you still. “You’re so wet for me.”

His cock drags slowly between your slick folds, the glide torturously slow. You can feel every vein, every pulse, your pussy clenching around nothing as he coats himself in your arousal. Praise falls from his lips in soft murmurs—good girl… so sweet… so ready for me—each word sending another wave of heat through you.

When he finally lines himself up and begins to push inside, it's agonizingly slow. Sylus wants you to feel every stretch until you’re gasping into the sheets, fingers curling into the favor. His hand rubs soothing circles into your hip while his forehead presses between your shoulder blades.

At first, it’s gentle. Deep, steady thrusts rock your body forward, the headboard tapping the wall in rhythm. But your soft, broken mewls and the way you push back against him, smearing your slick heat across his abdomen, wears down that compose.

Fingers dig into your hips, tightening until you’re certain the marks will linger. The pace quickens, each thrust landing harder than the last, the quiet room filling with the wet sounds of skin meeting skin and the desperate hitch of your cries. He has you exactly where he wants you. 

Well, almost. 

His arm snakes around your waist while his other hand splays possessively across the top of your spine. The weight of him forces your body into a deep, supplicating arch that maximizes the depth.

There.

He grunts a low, satisfied sound as your walls flutter around him in reply to the new angle. “You like that, sweetheart?”

A round of sharp, breathless inhales answers his question. “Y-yes–hicc–y-yes!”

His hips surge forward violently at the sweet sound, losing any remaining gentleness.

“I’m so deep like this, kitten,” he gasps, each word punctuated by the heavy slam of his cock driving into you again and again. “Could stuff you so full right now…”

A needy whine spills from you, drool dampening the pillow as pleasure muddles coherent thoughts. “C-Could you n-now?” The question tumbles out with a desperate sincerity between gasps.

Sylus leans forward, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. “I could. And you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

A shudder runs down your spine as he pulls you upright against him, your back flushed to his chest. Your head falls onto his shoulder, baring your throat. He takes immediate advantage, slowing his frantic rhythm to deep, punishing thrusts that make your toes curl while his lips work at the sensitive skin of your neck, sucking dark love bites onto the supple skin. 

“You’re already so beautiful,” he murmurs, voice thick with affection as he drags himself out to the tip before slamming back in, forcing a sob from your lips. “Imagine how beautiful you’d be swollen with me right—”

His hand slides from your waist to your stomach, palm spreading wide as his fingers splay possessively over the skin there.

“—here.”

Your eyes flutter shut as the image floods your mind—round and full of him. The thought alone makes your pussy clench, slickness leaking down his length in a fresh rush. 

“Oh, you’d let me, wouldn’t you, kitten?” His hand glides upward, fingers curling around your jaw, firm but tender as he tilts your face back towards his. He needs to see you, need to see the honesty in your eyes. “You’d let me fuck a baby into you?”

The words ignite something molten in your core, spewing a string of moans from your lips. Your gaze locks with his, and the seriousness in his expression steals what little breath you have left. 

His grip on your jaw tightens just enough to keep your focus as his thrusts pick up again. “Words. Use them.”

“Y-Yes,” you sputter.

“Yes what, sweetheart?”

“Yes I’d l-let you—hah!—fuck a b-baby into me, Sy!”

A strangled growl tears from his throat. Your answer unlocks something feral in him. His pace turns ruthless, ramming his cock into you with one intention.

“Gonna fuck you so full, sweetie,” he promises hoarsely. “I’ll make sure it—nngh—takes.”

He’s already throbbing inside you, completely captivated by the sheer thought of getting you pregnant. His lips crash against yours in a heated, desperate kiss, swallowing your moans as his movements grow sloppy with need. With a groan that rumbles through both of you, his tip slams against your soft cervix, releasing hot pulses of his seed. He doesn’t stop, rolling his hips in slow thrusts to ensure it took. 

When he finally stills, he rests his sweaty forehead against yours, a dazed smile tugging at his lips. 

“We have to ensure it takes, kitten,” in a smooth motion he flips you both, letting you sit atop him. “Show me how badly you want it.”  

✮⋆˙— zayne

You watch the clock tick past, the small hand resting on the hour, officially signaling that Zayne is off shift.

Unfortunately, he still won’t be home for at least another hour. Judging by his lack of reply to your texts, there’s probably mountains of paperwork, last-minute calls, and traffic standing between him and this house. You’ll be lucky if you see him before nightfall.

You groan, slumping against the edge of the bed, tilting your head back to stare at the ceiling. The one day you really need Zayne, and he’s nowhere in sight.

Your body aches with need, each pulse a reminder that ovulation has turned you feral. Heat blooms in your lower belly, soaking your panties, and you can't stop pressing your thighs together to try and relieve it. 

Your gaze flicks to the mirror. Your reflection stares back with flushed cheeks. You bite your lip and glance at the clock again. There is a solution. 

Zayne will probably be exhausted when he gets home. If you take care of yourself now, you can tend to him later. 

Fuck it. 

With zero ceremony, you kick off your shorts, the fabric of your soaked panties clinging to your pussy. Your cheeks burn an even deeper crimson as you push them down, peeling away the damp material and leaving your lower half exposed to the reflective glass. 

Desperation makes your movements sloppy. Your fingers dip inside your dripping cunt, index and middle finger instantly slick with your need. You twitch as they withdraw, then drag up to twirl them in gentle circles over your swollen clit, shivering at the surge of pleasure. 

A tiny moan escapes your lips, high and breathless. It's been a while since you’ve touched yourself solo—because you usually have Zayne. But tonight, he’s just an image in your head, and that thought alone is enough to make you squirm. 

You mimic his touch, spreading your folds and teasing your swollen bud just like he would. Stop. Start. Your hips lift instinctively, chasing the delicious burning building in your core. 

“Z-Zaynie…” you whimper to the air, eyes flicking to your reflection, watching your pussy flutter around what would be his cock if he were here. Your thighs threaten to slam together, but you force them apart. 

You lose yourself in the sensation of your fingers' newfound rhythm. Pressure builds, threatening to boil over the edge. Your breath catches, lips parting in moans that are muffled but urgent. 

And then—

Your eyes snap open and they aren’t just seeing you in the mirror. Zayne is in the doorway, tie loosened from work. His expression is unreadable, but dangerously hungry. His arms are crossed, like he’s trying to seem annoyed—but you know that look. He’s definitely turned on and fully amused by your shame. 

“Shit—mmgh—Zayne—!” you squeak, yanking your hand back and slamming your thighs together as if that could hide the evidence of your crime. 

He steps in slowly, never breaking eye contact as he sets his glasses on the nightstand. 

“It’s not—” you start, then stop, as you realize it is. “I’m sorry, I just… ugh.” You bury your face in your hands, cheeks burning hotter than ever. 

“There’s no need to be ashamed,” he says evenly, taking a single step in the room. “Continue.”

You glance at him, confused. “But Zayne—“

“Did I misspeak?” His voice is unnervingly calm. 

“N-No,” you stammer. “B-But I don’t understand. I only did it because you weren’t here, and now that you are—”

“That doesn’t change anything.” He interrupts, voice low and commanding. “You were doing it when I wasn’t here. You couldn’t wait. So go ahead. Finish without my help, just like you intended all along.”

A shiver runs through you. His words are cold, but utterly thrilling. You stare at him, searching for a crack in his expression that isn’t there. 

Swallowing your embarrassment, you part your thighs again and place your hand back between your legs. The time you look at him—not at the mirror—as your fingers slide inside yourself. Your slick folds glisten under the bedroom light, fully displayed for him, yet he doesn’t even look. Zayne moves around the room, loosening his cuffs, rolling his shoulders, and going about his normal post-shift like you’re not bare and dripping a few feet away. 

The normalcy of it makes your stomach twist. He’s doing it on purpose, and every second he doesn’t look is a silent command to keep going. 

So, you continue. The pressure builds, unbearable now, and you bite your cheek to hold back a moan. “Zayne…” you pant, eyes fluttering shut as you buck helplessly into your own hand.

Before you can register it, he’s crouched beside you. His presence is sudden, the faint scent of soap and hospital antiseptic clinging to his skin. When his voice comes, it’s soft, but firm. “Are you going to come?”

You nod, breath hitching, unable to answer. His hand darts out, cradling your jaw, thumb pressing into your cheek as he tilts your face towards the mirror.

“Watch.”

You whimper, locking onto your reflection in the glass. Your fingers move of their own accord, gliding across your puffy clit as you push yourself over the edge. Your body trembles and tips sideways, instinctively leaning against him as the waves roll through you. 

But he isn’t done with you. 

You can’t even fully recover, because suddenly he’s pushing off his pants, his cock springing free before he’s settling in right behind you. One hand tugs greedily at your shirt, dragging the fabric up and off so your tits spring free, nipples tightening instantly in the cool air at the heat of his stare in the mirror. 

“C’mon,” he orders quietly, fingers digging into your hips as he guides you back. “Ride me.” 

You flush as you move to hover over him, still sensitive from your release. The reddened tip of his cock nudges against your entrance, smearing the sticky precum as you line him up with shaky hands. 

“You get so needy when you’re ovulating,” he murmurs, amusement threading through the lust as he fixates where you will be joined. His hips raise once to poke your entrance in impatience. 

“H-How do you–”

He chuckles under his breath, nipping your shoulder. One hand slides up your side to pinch your perked nipple, then swipe the bud of his thumb over it to soothe the sting. “You think I don't know my sweet girl?” 

You whine and shake your head before you sink slowly onto his length, a lewd moan spilling free as the stretch makes your thighs tremble all over again.

But the pace is too slow for Zayne. His fingers flex, then grip your hips and pull you down until you're seated flush against him, his swollen tip nudging your cervix.

“Is it better than your fingers, love?” he asks, lips brushing the curve of your spine as his hand smooths up your back, pressing lazy kisses against the overheated skin. 

“Mmm, y-yes. F-Fuck, yes,” you whimper, rolling your hips while your eyes stay glued to the mirror. Your breasts bounce with every motion, your juices slicking his pelvis. The obscene intimacy of watching yourself take him making your stomach flutter. 

A breathy, almost strained groan slips from him. Zayne’s grip tightens, just shy of rough, as his thumbs dig into the soft flesh of your lower back.

“That’s it… look at you,” he mutters, voice dipping darker, a little mocking. His cock twitches inside you as he leans in, lips grazing your ear. “I love how you feel like this. When your body’s begging for me.”

You clench at the words and ride him harder, chasing the friction. The mirror shows everything—your flushed face, his hungry eyes, the way he watches you fall apart for him.

“Next time,” he groans, lifting his hips to meet your thrusts, never once breaking eye contact with your reflection. “You’ll wait for me.” His hand slides up to your throat, not squeezing, just holding. “Or at least send me a picture. Understood?”

Your pussy throbs in time with your heart, moans punching out from each snap of your hips colliding. “Y-Yes! I understand—!” 

“Good. Now come for me again.” 

✮⋆˙— xavier

Your eyelids flutter to the barely-there presses of his lips. 

It starts on your cheek, then trails to your jaw. You keep your eyes closed as he buries his nose into your neck, inhaling your scent before peppering a few more kisses along the sensitive line beneath your ear. His breath is warm and uneven as he savors you before you fully wake. 

Your body reacts subconsciously, shifting closer to him and giving a tiny shiver at the affection so early in the morning. If you had to guess, the sun hasn’t even risen. The world feels dim and soft, wrapped in the stillness.

You’re aware you lie on your side. Of the weight of the comforter. Of the steady thrum of his heartbeat against your back. 

You’re also aware of his stiffness pressing against you—but it floats through your mind like a distant thought, something you register without fully grasping. 

“Good morning, angel.” Xavier’s voice is a hoarse rasp near your ear, signaling that he too just woke. His hips subtly shift, pressing him more firmly against you before he exhales. “You can go back to sleep, lovely.” 

You hum in reply, still drifting. His hand glides down the curve of your waist, slow and absentminded at first, like he’s memorizing the shape of your curves. The touch keeps you suspended in the blissful space between dreaming and reality—where every sensation feels warmer, heavier, and sweeter. 

You almost sink back under. Until his kisses don't stop. 

They linger longer now, and his fingers toy with the hem of your waistband as if testing whether you’ll stir. You inhale softly, something incoherent slipping from your lips when his warm hand slips beneath the fabric, his palm settling on your abdomen. His thumb traces patterns that send quiet sparks up your spine, each pass making your thighs tighten just a fraction more. 

You should wake. You should turn and face him, acknowledge the warmth that you are suddenly very aware is pooling in your panties—and fast. But you're so comfortable, so pliant against him, letting his touch wander while your thoughts drift like mist. 

“Do you know what today is?” Xavier murmurs, breaking through the haze.

Your blink your eyes open slowly, the dim room slowly taking shape in blurred outlines. You search your memory, but nothing important surfaces. Only the steady rhythm of his breathing and the way his hand stills, waiting. 

But your body seems to know before your mind does. There's a heightened sensitivity humming under your skin, every brush of his fingers sending a ripple through you that feels unfairly intense for how half-asleep you still are. 

Oh.

“It’s a good thing,” he continues softly, his words threaded with a gentle hunger. He finds the hem of your panties, gently rubbing the fabric between his thumb and forefinger. “You’re extra sweet today… softer. Smell so good…”

Heat creeps into your cheeks even in your drowsiness, and your legs part slightly without conscious thought. The small movement draws a low breath from him, a quiet surrender to how much he wants you. His forehead rests against your shoulder as his hand dips beneath your panties. 

He finds you wet and murmurs out grateful praises into your skin, kissing you again and again like he can't help himself. His fingers instantly begin a gentle dance against your clit, making you arch back into him with a soft, sleepy moan. 

“I saw the calendar… that cute little app,” he pinches your bud softly, soothing the action with slow passes of his fingertip. “So you’re super sensitive for me. Especially in the morning.” 

You whimper, clutching your pillow as you let breathless sounds slip free, your body melting into the pleasure despite how foggy your mind still feels. Even though his touch only abandons you for a second, a needy whine escapes your throat. He pushes your pants and panties down just enough, the material pooling at your ankles. 

“Just stay where you are, star,” he says softly as the warmth of his body leaves yours. 

Xavier trails a path of wet kiss along the back of your thighs, unhurried and worshipful. You shudder but stay curled like he asked, fingers tightening in the sheets. When he reaches your pussy, finding it dripping and open, he lets his warm breath ghost over you first, making your hips twitch.

He inhales deeply, his hips shifting mindlessly against the mattress at your sweet scent. He doesn’t wait another second before his mouth finds you.

You grasp a handful of blonde hair, whining as his tongue licks a stripe from your entrance upwards, then settles to circle your clit. He continues to lap at your heat, devouring how syrupy you are today, sucking you into his mouth and burying his face deep between your thighs like he never wants to come up for air. 

“Feels s-so good, Xavi…” you moan, trembling. 

Your orgasm is already hovering. He groans against you, one hand gripping your ass, kneading the skin encouragingly. Each swipe of his tongue is a silent plea.

Come for me. Let me taste you. Let me make you feel good. 

You break seconds after, squirming against the sheets as pleasure takes over you in warm waves. Pants leave your lips as he doesn't let up, his mouth relentlessly working you through the euphoric waves, and long after they pass. His face is sticky with your cum, dripping down his chin, making him look as if he’s the one who just finished. 

“B-Babe–” you cry out, trying weakly to push his head back. “Honey… ‘s too much…”

He presses one last lingering kiss to your puffy pussy before finally lifting his head. His cheeks are flushed, blue eyes dark and thoroughly satisfied. “Sorry,” he breathes, brushing his thumb along your thigh. “I couldn’t help myself.”

His hands are gentle as they turn you from your side onto your back. Your gaze drifts downward, catching the darkened patch of precum blooming against the front of his tented sweatpants. The sight sends a fresh pulse of heat through your still-sensitive body. 

He follows your gaze before palming himself through the fabric. 

“Think you can handle a bit more for me?”

✮⋆˙— rafayel

The car ride was silent. 

You knew you’d pushed Rafayel’s buttons a little too far at his gala tonight. But honestly… could he even blame you? 

He’d shown up dressed like sin in one of his sharpest suits, hair styled to perfection, eyes gleaming the entire duration of the exhibit. And all of it—all of it—on the exact day you were ovulating. 

Of course you were going to touch him.

Of course you were going to kiss him. 

Of course you were going to corner him beside a marble sculpture and slide your hand a little too low.

“Raaffff,” you drawl into the thick quiet of the car, leaning over the console with a pout that’s half apology, half provocation. “C’mon. Please don’t be mad. I said I’m sorry!”

Rafayel’s brows turn downwards, but there's a sparkle behind the annoyance. “Sorry for kissing my neck while I was speaking to that artist,” he replies coolly, “or sorry for grabbing my dick before I had to greet the commissioner?”

You smirk, entirely unrepentant. “Both. And you liked it! You were hard when I touched you.”

He scoffs, but the sound melts into a quiet laugh under his breath. He isn’t mad, he never really is, and when you poke his side to confirm, he squirms just enough to betray himself. The twitch at the corner of his lips is your victory flag.

You think you’ve won.

That is, until you get home. 

The moment the door clicks shut behind you, he moves. There's no warning. One second you’re toeing off your heels, the next his arms are around you, sweeping you up bridal-style. A startled laugh leaves you as he carries you down the hall, his hold possessive and unhurried. 

His lips find yours before you reach the bed, and they are soft but insistent, pulling quiet gasps from your chest. The heat that’s been simmering in your belly all day flares hotter, burning brighter. 

You land against the mattress with a muted thud, sheets cool beneath your back. “Undress,” he tells you, already slipping open the button of his shirt with graceful fingers. 

You obey immediately, giggling as you shimmy out of your dress, fabric clinging to your hips before you kick it away. Anticipation hums under your skin like static. 

Rafayel, meanwhile, is still mostly dressed. His shirt hangs open just enough to reveal his toned skin, a teasing glimpse of chest that makes your fingers itch for a touch. You reach for him instinctively, only for his hand to close around your wrist mid-air and guide it back to the mattress, pinning you there.  

“Raf–”

“Do you really think I’m going to let you have your way after tonight?” His voice is playful, smug, and dripping with amusement. The smirk he gives you is pure trouble. “You’re so cute.” 

You squirm, a fresh gush of warmth gathering between your thighs. “But… I said ‘m sorry.”

“Oh, I know you did, cutie,” he hums, leaning down to brush a single kiss against your cheek. Then your jaw. The column of your throat. Each one is soft and savoring.

“So then…” you mumble, tilting your neck to give him more space. “Why are you still dressed?”

His lips curve against your skin as he trails lower, the  gentle presses of his lips turning wetter, slower. Goosebumps rise across your body when his hands find your thighs, and ease them open for him. 

He pauses, eyes settling on the soaked material clinging to you. His thumb presses against it, just once. You squeak, and arch into his hand, sensitivity dialed painfully high today. He chuckles, rubbing your pussy through the panties in lazy strokes, up and down, just enough to make you ache. 

“I’m going to take care of you,” he coos, but his eyes are dark. “But you teased me all night… so I’m getting my revenge.”

You gasp when his thumb circles firm over your swollen clit through the fabric. The friction is electric and not enough all at once. 

“Raf… please, this isn’t fair,” you whine.

“Not fair?” he juts his lip in a mock pout. “I didn’t think it was very fair when you were handsy in public.”

Before you can argue, he hooks a finger under your panties and slides them aside, revealing your dripping cunt. He huffs in amusement, admiring the slick evidence of your arousal like its art he curated himself. (He did)

His finger drags through your folds, collecting the sticky mess. He spreads you open, glides over your clit, circles your entrance, but never lingers enough to satisfy. 

Your thighs twitch. Your hips lift. Your fingers clutch the comforter.

It’s torture. Sweet, earned, torture. 

And just as a complaint forms on your lips, his fingertip settles over your clit and begins slow, gentle circles. Pleasure sparks outward, instantly bowing your back and spewing moans from your lips. Every sensation feels amplified. 

“R-Raf… Raf, fuck—baby,” you cry, eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure builds, winding tighter and tighter. 

Rafayel laughs softly, continuing to play with your pussy, admiring how much more wetness gathers at his touch. “You close, cutie? Gonna come?” 

You nod in rapid succession. “Y-Yes…yeah ‘m gonna—“

His fingers stop. 

The sudden absence makes you gasp, blinking your eyes open “W-Why did you stop?”

He lifts his gaze to yours, expression all polished mischief and arrogance. His thumb is still resting maddeningly close to where you’re throbbing. “Did you really think I was going to let you come?” 

Your frustrated whine only makes his smile widen. He leans down, brushing his lips against yours in a slow, taunting kiss. 

“After the way you behaved tonight?” he murmurs against your mouth. “You’re going to beg for it.”

His fingers return before you can even form a reply, and they're faster this time. The slick sounds of how wet you are fills the room. What started as gentle coaxing turns into purposeful rubbing that makes you fist the sheets and sob out. When your legs try to close, he simply prises them back open. 

“You want it so bad, don’t you?” he whispers. “All worked up and needy… yet you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself.” His thumb presses just right, drawing a broken sound from your throat. 

“I do… f-fuck I really do…” you whimper, hips chasing him without shame. The pressure builds once again, and just as the waves begin to crest, he stops. 

The absence is devastating. His words following are cruel. 

“Poor thing,” he murmurs, brushing his slick finger against your thigh. His cock strains against his pants, a visible twitch he pointedly ignores as he keeps his attention on you. “You’re soaking our sheets.” 

You lie there in the heat of it, trying to gather yourself. When your heartbeat finally slows enough to think, he starts over. Fingers dragging through your warmth, starting slow, then faster. Each time he brings you near the edge, letting desperate cries and whimpers that you’re close spill from your lips, he stops again.

By the fourth time, tears sting the corners of your eyes. Your thighs shake uncontrollably, pleas dissolving into half-formed syllables that barely resemble words.  

“R-Raf… p-plea–suh–ahh–” his fingers slide into your gummy walls. 

“Think you’ve been good enough?”

“Y-Yea–mmgh–yes–!” 

He exhales through his nose, finally satisfied. His fingers curl to your sweet spot, and this this they don’t pull away. 

“Fine,” he mumbles. “You can come.” 

☆ Xavier ☆ 910k views ▶︎ 08:35min Girlfriend Climbs On Me While I'm Sleeping.ᐟ

The tripod's ready, blinking red and still standing where he left it for last nights stream, angled perfectly toward the bed.

The sunlight finally breaks through when your figure shifts, no longer blocking it from the bed. It spills golden across tangled sheets, catching in the lens of the recording device before warming over your bare shoulders. You plop back onto the mattress with a little bounce, heavy eyes darting toward the camera before sliding to him.

He's like an angel, hair splawed across the sheets in a light-blonde halo, mouth slightly agape with his light brows knitted, clearly dreaming about something.

Or someone.

It's evident in the way your boyfriend is sprawled flat on his back, head tilted slightly toward the camera's view, one arm crooked over his head like he passed out mid-reach, prominent bulge peeking from between his thighs, laying heavy.

The waistband of his sweatpants hangs loose, barely clinging to his hips. You crawl forward, slow enough for the mattress to hardly dip.

Your knees sinking into the sheets beside him, sly hands slide up his thighs delicately before hooking your fingers into the waistband easing it down.

His morning wood falls free, heavy and firm, damn near smacking against your plush thigh, pre already leaking before you even touch him.

Wrapping your hand around him, you gift him with slow strokes that thicken him in your grip, causing him to stir faintly, a hushed groan rumbling in his chest, but his eyes stay shut.

Your quick, vicious smirk towards the camera predicts your next move, already shifting forward to straddle his hips, holding the weeping cock by the base, dragging the head through your slick folds.

The mic catches those faint, filthy little schlick schlick schlicks that make your cunt twitch when his swollen tip drags against your entrance. Then one slow, steady push has you giving way, walls fluttering as you stretch inch by inch, carefully navigating through his rushed breath until your thighs meet his with an almost too loud wham, planted flush in his lap.

"Goshhh, you're so pretty like this, Xav'", you mutter more to yourself, but loud enough for the mic to catch it, and loud enough for him to twitch inside your snug cunny, the arm that was flung over his face groping it's way down to fondle your thigh subconciously.

It's a sight to see, indeed.

His cheeks flushed, tired breaths and hitches following once you start with lazy rolls of your hips, every sudden twitch of his making his tip press deeper against your sweet spot.

The lens catches the soft curve of your ass, the way your babyblue silk top rides up your waist, and the faint arch in your back.

"Baby…?"

His voice is groggy, confused, even. Light lashes fluttering open before his glazed eyes open just enough to spot your lip caged between your teeth, sneakily trying to surpress your moans.

"Mhhh, couldn't wait."

His lips curve into a lazy smirk. "H-hahhh, yeah, yeah," he murmurs, tilting his head toward the camera, lips curving into a lazy sneer, "I can tell."

His hands slide up your hips, breath catching, guiding your movements to rock harder against him, "Waking up with my pretty girl ontop of me like this," his eyes dip to where you're joined, then back to your hazy ones. "it's like heaven, you know?"

You roll your hips down harder, a breathy laugh slipping past your lips as you lean down, placing a peek to his ear before whispering, "Mhmm, knew you'd like it."

"Like it?" his voice rumbles low, rough from sleep. "Loooove it, angel." He's quick to sneak his hand to your thigh, giving it an encouraging squeeze, urging you to listen, voice damn near cracking, "Now turn around for me. P-please?"

You shift carefully, never daring to let him slip out until you're facing away from him, angle having you bouncing deeper, the slick stretch of every drop making your thighs quake.

He sighs loudly behind you, hands gripping the swell of your ass, kneading hard before landing a sharp smack! that makes you clasp rigid around him.

"Good girl."

Oh he's about to pump his load right into your stuffed cunny, getting high of the repeated clenches of your feisty walls, throwing one of his arms over his face to gain some composure, followed by a pathetic whine.

"F-fuckkkk, that's what I get to wake up to,"

And you know the words are not directed towards you because of his sudden possessive grip on both of your ass cheeks, and his harsh but sloppy thrusts up into you, kissing your womb awake, "only me."

Your breath stutters, thighs twitching and shivering, still bouncing despite the screaming ache in your calves. The loud smack smack smacking of your ass hitting his raw and already red thighs grows wetter with each squelching squirt from your pent up hole, spilling down his length before coating his lap in strings of slick that cling and break apart with every rise and fall of your restless hips.

You glance to the side from your shoulder, lips swollen and parted as sweat drips from your temple as your hips grind with more fierceness, eyes locking onto the little red light of the lens.

"Y-yessss, there you go. Gonna make a big mess, huh, angel? Gonna show them your pretty face while you cum?"

"M-mhmm! Gonna cum sooo good!"

It builds sharp in the darkest pit of your belly, each thrust adding weight to the flimsy thin string inside you, heat climbing, sparking higher. His fat cockhead drags and thuds against your g-spot relentlessly, battering your poor gummy walls until your vision sparks with stars.

Nails tear down his thighs, painting them in strings of fresh red as your head hangs slack.

A choked and raw cry jumps out of your throat as your cunt clamps down and gushes hard, squirting messy streams over his lap and onto the sheets below. Your orgasm is almost violent, so hard you can barely hear yourself over the obscene wet babbling mess of your lewd pussy milking him.

"Thaaat's it— fuckkk! Keep looking pretty for me," he growls, as his eyes snap and shot the camera a quick sly look. His hand stays gripping your face, angling it so every twitch of your mouth, every glazed roll of your eyes gets caught, burned into memory.

Your hips stutter, rhythm breaking into frantic bounces, wet slaps echoing as slick gushes down your thighs. "Ahh! H-hahhh! F-fuck!—right there, right there—!"

Your scream fractures, broken into sobbed moans as you go limp, fingers twitching against his milky thighs before falling back on of him, his arm now comfortably holding you in a light headlock.

His cock kicks inside you once, twice, and then he's beyond saving, thrusting deep, burying to the hilt with a last helpless sound as he spills hot and thick inside your pulsing cunt. He holds you down, grinding into the mess as he floods you full, refusing to let you lift off.

As if you could if you even tried.

Your body quivers, clenching greedily around him, milking every drop until the thumb thumb thumbing of his girth inside you has your toes curling.

His groan vibrates against your ear where you're tucked into his shoulder, still caught in the snug headlock he refuses to release.

Every tiny aftershock drags another shallow thrust from him, more rutting than fucking, really.

Your whimper earns a breathless chuckle, the sound scraping his throat as his lips brush the crown of your messy head. His free hand slips down to grip your waist, hauling you tighter against him until your overstretched walls can't hold it, his fresh load seeping out in a slow, messy trickle, sliding warm down between his thighs.

With a grin that's far too smug for the state he's in, he leans in close, voice dropping into a husky murmur that curls against your ear.

"Good morning, angel."

꩜sy_lust: She's so eager, jumping up and down like a little bunny. So adorable. Well, and there's... you.

꩜I_luvsleepybois: Chat, I can't stop gooning to this, am I cooked?

꩜deeznuts: This is how I wanna wake up ;( Lucky ass.

꩜DrCumInside: Just what I needed after a stressful shift. Her cute moans help me relax. Thanks for sharing ;).

☆ Zayne ☆ 960k views ▶︎ 4:15min My Hubby is so Sleep-Deprived and Desperate after Long Shifts.ᐟ

The couch dips under him as he props the camera, aiming low so only your bodies fill the frame. His chest glistens faintly with leftover sweat, sleeves rolled up, pants hanging loose over his hips. His face is out of view, tilted slightly down, hidden by shadows, barely showing of his chissled jawline and the frantic bobbing of his adams apple.

You shift on the cushions, squirming, quick to tug at your top. Chest heaving just as heavy as his, unbearable heat filling the space you two share as if you're in the sauna instead of the small comfort of your home. He growls low, half-lidded, breath heavy, and slides one sneaking hand to rest just against your pulse.

Before you can protest, he pulls you flush against him, lips smacking against yours in a desperate, hungry tangle of tongues.

Your sweet, impatient whimper only winds him tighter, making him shake with restraint, shoulders strain as his hand roams greedily, palming your tits through that silk negligée he gifted you on your last wedding anniversary, then sliding down to grab a fistful of your ass with a sharp smack! that makes you yelp into his mouth, cursing the God's above for those damned panties you're wearing.

"Can't wait," he whispers against your ear, already rutting against you, cock thick and heavy, grinding hard enough that you feel every hot, throbbing pulse of him through your soaked panties.

The fabric clings to you like a second skin from the heat and sweat covering you both, molding every curve of your pussy against the rigid length straining in his pants. Each drag of his hips smears your wetness across your panties, darkening until they're nearly transparent.

Maybe they already are.

His teeth graze your ear, the sharp nip making you jolt even as your hips instinctively press up against the grind of his cock. Hands sliding down your thigh to yank it higher, fingers digging into your bare thigh, trying to keep his composure.

"Honey! Quit teasing! W-wanna— ouhhhh!"

His lips trace your jaw now, teeth grazing down your throat, slightly exposing the bridge of his nose and the loose glasses ontop of it.

"Shhhh, darling." he growls, grinding deeper, harder, until the blunt outline of his cockhead presses right against your swollen clit. "Let me have you like this for now."

One hand clamps onto your waist, locking you in place, the other draaaags lower, rock rock rocking you against his cock in a lazy grind.

"I've been thinking about you alllll day," his thumb sneaks through, managing to brush your drenched folds through the ruined silk, gasping at the stickiness.

He tilts your chin toward his, hiding your face, camera only catching your plumb quivering lips caught between your teeth, "This gorgeous face,"

Your pussy's grinding wildly against his hand and the massive girth straining his boxers now, obscene hicups and gasps flying past your lips, eyes glassy and desperate. "And those sweet sounds of yours."

"My perfect, little darling wife." His grip tightens possesively, voice barely above a whisper against your ear, "Mine."

Arching against him, your nails claw at the couch, hips twitching and turning uncontrolably.

"You're close."

It's a statement because, let's be real, you couldn't fool him. Even through the barrier of fabric he can feel your puffy clit pulsating at his fingertips and your greedy hole clenching around nothing.

You tilt forward slightly, hair brushing the back of his neck, pressing yourself harder against his hard length. The grip on your waist is firm, keeping you flush to him as he hums and groans in delight, too tired for any more action than this, too tired to even bother to move and strip himself of his clothes.

Work's clearly been grinding him down, you can see it in the tension wound through his body and in the ragged edge to every breath. Because on any other day he'd—

Riiiiip!—

"Now that's better."

Oh.

Your breath stutters as cool air rushes over your freshly bared folds, your thighs snapping tight around his hips in reflex. Wide, glossy eyes search his, but Zayne's gaze is fixed lower, hooked to your glistening pussy.

Oh how badly he'd like to fuck you up right now.

His jaw flexes, teeth gritted, fighting for control he's already losing, evident in the firm grip of his veiny hands to your waist, blood thumb thumb thumbing through his veins in lightning speed.

Impatient, you grind your bare folds over his clothed girth once, twice, pussy slick and slicker, dirtying his boxers in your slick while he hums in content.

Whispers of your name tumble out of him, almost unintelligible, swallowed into your hair. The sound frays you further, pushes you to the edge until your own voice fills the room, whimpers breaking into high, helpless wails.

The wet, obscene shlick shlick shlick of your pussy grinding against the damp fabric of his boxers echoes between you, louder with every rut, every pulse of his cock threatening to break the barrier.

Then his swollen tip drags just right, snagging over your throbbing clit. That's when white heat snaps through you, a sharp, strangled shriek ripping from your throat as your body bows, pleasure tearing you apart. Your cunt clenches wildly against nothing and everything at once, thighs trembling, locking him in place as you cum messily against his cock.

"What a mess, honey." He grins, finger already hooking against his soaked boxers, "Well, you leave me no other choice, hm?"

He's quick with it, already tossing them somewhere aside before he grips the base, aligning his tip riiiiight at your clit, "My sweet wife always gets what she wants afterall."

"Mhmm! Wanna help my— oouhh!— m-my husband cool off."

That's all it takes for him to snap, wrecked growl tearing from his throat as his cock drags through your messy folds, fat tip catching at your entrance before swiftly splitting you open.

Your mind goes numb, body seizing, tummy tucking in tight with your thighs shaking as he pushes past resistance and slides in until the stretch has you screaming so loud it feels like it could shatter glass.

"T-then you— f-fuckkk!— better take it like a good little wife."

One brutal thrust and your back arches off the cousion, nails clawing trenches into the couch as slick sprays between you. The second retorts a loud smack! of his pelvis against yours clit, couch jerking under your weight.

And with the third he rams home, the obscene squelch! of your pussy echoing through the room over and over.

Your cries break into shrieks, so garbled and frantic, every nerve snapping into two as his fat cock saws in and out of your spurting cunny.

Twitching and thrashing you try to breathe, but only manage strangled moans while his girth robs your every breath.

He fucks you like a man possessed, all in it now, grinding in to the base, knocking bulls-eye to that gummy spot that has you gushing before yanking out and driving back hard, rutting you into the cushions over and over and over again, until—

"S-sweet fucking pussy. F-fuckkk!—"

Bzzzt— Krrrk!

꩜skyhavenspanker: Hot shit. Just came all over my screen. Show her face next time, please?

꩜ZaynesMessMaker: The sudden cut-off in the end?? Hello?!?! ABSOLUTE FUCKING CINEMA.

꩜AnonLoadDrop: If this is what marriage looks like, sign me up.

꩜sy_lust: You know better than to show ur face, probably unimaginably gorgeous. On the other hand, I'm glad I don't have to see your husbands face, helps me imagine myself in his place ;).

☆ Rafayel ☆ 997k views ▶︎ 07:55min Bratty Boyfriend Lets Me Ride Him In The Tub Until He Gets Mean.ᐟ

"Thereee she comes."

The warm water wraps around you as you straddle him in the tub, his angry red head teasing your entrance before you slide down sloooowly, lips caught between his teeth as he watches you, just like the camera does, proped on the edge, balanced so it catches your bodies, your faces, and, of course, the smolder in his eyes.

His hands sit comfortably at your hips, thumbs brushing over your sides. "Ohhh, I could eat you right up," he murmurs cockily through a smug grin, his chest pressing against yours, heartbeat thudding through the warmth.

"You're already a blabbering mess, Raf'. Is my pussy that good?"

Just then, his shameless moan rips through the bathroom, hips jerking up as your cunt swallows him deep, all the way to the base. Your lashes flutter, body almost like it's on fire, walls gripping him like they want to drag him inside the depths of your gummy tunnel.

"I know it is."

And it's killing him.

He leans back against the tub, grasping the camera steady with one hand while his other presses you closer, making sure every motion of your hips in rhythm with the swaying recoiling water is caught.

"Feeling bold today, h-hahh?"

"Mhm, now shut up and let me ride you properly."

"B-brat."

Him? Shut up? Oh, you got the wrong guy.

He's a mess already, thrusting lazily in response to your vicious hips and headlock grip of your cunny. Lips curl into a teasing grin, glancing right into the camera as he ruts his hips up into yours so meanly, your head falls into the crook of his neck.

Your back arches, pressing your chest against him, letting the water ripple around your bodies with every roll of your hips, clit grinding against his faint trail of hair causing your eyes to roll into the back of your skull.

Now his hand slide down to guide you, fingers digging lightly into your sides as he tilts the camera to keep both your faces in frame, focusing in on your lips parting in soft gasps, eyes hanging low with flushed cheeks, the slick sheen of water only adding detail to the pornographic scene.

" Naughty fuckin' girl," he teases, biting his lip before offering your ass a quick smack, spashing the water with it, "But I love it. Fucking love it when ya' act all high and mighty," His eyes lock on yours, with a hunger that could be seen as downright cannibalistic, ramming his mushroomy tip right up to knock 'hello' to your cervix, "Makes it more fun to put ya' in your place."

He nuzzles at your nipple, tongue flicking and circling while his hand slides from your ass up to your breast, squeezing and kneading, trying to milk every singular moan from your lips.

You shriek, caught off guard, hands flying up to slam into his glistening chest in tight fists, nails digging just enough to make him grunt, hips jerking against yours in response.

"W-wait! S' too much! Too much— hieeek!"

A strong arm locks around your hip, slamming you down with a force that's almost otherworldly, using you like some flimsy pocketpussy at this point.

Repeatedly his cock punches your gooey walls, abused g-spot damn near swelling from the endless strikes to it, your cunny clenching desperately around his hefty length with each brutal bounce, walls milking him greedily, loud splash splash splashing sounds of the water making you dizzy, body giving out as you fall onto your boyfriends chest.

His other hand stays steady on the camera, recording every obscene, slick motion and fuck, you hate how he still has the strength, the audacity, to laugh through it all.

"Oh puh-lease," he rasps a laughter, tongue swiping over his swollen lips, "don't give me that bullshit now."

He snaps his hips harder, cock dragging deep inside you, tears forming at your lashline before they drip down, salty liquid mixing into the shining, thrashing body of water below you.

Your body's betraying you, twitching and grinding, utterly consumed by the relentless pleasure he's driving into you.

Water splashes over the tub's edge with every ruthless thrust, your trembling hands tangling in his wet, lilac hair for balance, nails scraping against his scalp as your body rocks helplessly.

But the moment your bobbing head lifts, lips all swollen and pouty, eyes glassy and rimmed red from fresh tears, he catches sight of you and swears he could feel his cock grow another inch inside you.

"Look. at. herrrr."

He shifts, shoving the camera right into your fucked-out face, ramming each word right into you, his devilish grin just in sight. Your, hips are moving on their own now as you chase for the desperate release you can taste at the tip of your tongue.

"My pretty little crybaby." He coos, smirk curling at the corner of his mouth as a whimper catches in his throat, predetory coral hues scanning your face for every tiny detail.

"Nghhhh! P-please slow down, baby! I'm— ahhh! I'm—"

"You're cumming, cutie."

You don't even realize the first tremor of your climax hitting you until it rips through you with force, hips spasming uncontrollably with your poor cunt twitching around his throbbing cock, the pleasure shattering every nerve ending.

Whimpers tear from your throat, eyes squeezing shut, body shuddering violently with each wave, gushing juices after juices right onto him. And it's a talent really, how you manage to make everything feel wetter and more soaked while submerged in the humid tub water.

"Just listennn," he groans, more to an audience than to you, tilting the camera down for a second to catch the frothy swirl of bubbles, water, and where your bodies meet. "Sooooo damn sloppy for me baby. Ya made such a beautiful big mess."

Your hands scrabble for purchase against his soaked chest, nails catching on slippery skin as your body jerks through another aftershock, head lolling back, throat already raw from moaning. He grits his teeth, arm tightening like a vice around your waist, surely leaving an imprint in it's wake, forcing you to take every grim slam of his.

"Fuh-fuckkkk!

When he follows you into ecstasy with a broken whimper, his hips jump erratically, shoving himself as deep as he can possibly go with a loud thwack!, cock pulsing hot ropes into your fluttering cunt.

He holds you down, grinding through his high, refusing to let you rise even an inch, falling to swallow a moan when the excess seeps out around his shaft, clouding the water with creamy streaks.

"Hahhhh," he breathes, voice breaking into a laugh,drunk on the sight of you. You both catch the way your swollen pussy still hungrily milks him, pearly streaks of cum leaking down his length into the water. "Greedy lil' cunny doesn't know how to s-stop milking me, hmm?"

Too gone to answer, you're trembling in his lap as his cock twitches one last time inside you, lashes set heavy, eyes wet with tears as the culprit grins, every inch of your body like putty in his hold.

Rafayel plants a sloppy kiss to your temple, slender hand stroking down your spine, leaving a shiver in it's wake, before smacking your ass just hard enough to make the water splash, lips brushing your ear to whisper something just for you to hear,

"I already know this is gonna make fuckin' numbers, baby."

꩜DrCumInside: Focus the camera more on yourself for the next video, please? I think we've all had enough of your boyfriends solo selfie-shots.

꩜slutforfishydick: Don't clean out the tub I wanna buy the bathwater. Selling my liver for it.

꩜CamWhoreFan: Try watching this stoned af. Thought I saw fish scales on his arm and neck for a sec. lmao.

꩜sleepycockwarmingchamp: Love the close up angle on her. Looking beautiful as always. Can’t understand how she can keep up with ur cocky ass.

☆Caleb ☆ 1Mio views ▶︎ 8:45min Two Freaks try 69 for the first Time.ᐟ

"Don't be shy, pips'. Sit down."

Yank!

He pulls you down by the hips, slamming your dripping pussy right onto his face. You cry out, thighs snapping tight around his head the second his tongue sneaks into you.

And he gets right into it like a man starved, groaning and moaning like some crazed lunatic, sounds vibrating straight through your cunt, making your whole body jolt as he drinks you in, lapping and plunging, ready to die a happy man by drowing in your heavenly pussy.

You whine, hips bucking reflexively, cunt clenching around his tongue. He hums low in approval, lips smearing over your slick, drenched folds, while his face and your pussy, glossy and flushed, completely in frame, red dot of the camera glisterning in the reflexion of his eyes.

Your shaky breaths fan hot over the flushed head of his cock, fat tip twitching and slightly smearing pre against your lips. So when you finally wipe your tongue over your lips, humming in delight before wrapping your plush lips around his leaking tip, his hips buck so hard you gag right on his mean girth, quick to pull off with a cough.

"Cay'! Quit it!"

"Sorry baby. Couldn't help it, feels so good."

He's not sorry in the slightest.

You roll your eyes because you can barely even hear him over the wet squelches as he munches on your pussy as if he's glued to it, his hands coming up to spreaaaad your cheeks apart, granting him further access to his favourite meal.

Tongue's shoving impossibly deeper now, scraping your spasming walls like a desperate mutt begging for more. His hands grip bruises into your rear, tilting you just right so he can hit your gushing spot with precision.

He even puts on a show, slowwwwly parting your folds with his tongue, traveling carefuly downwards before he catches your clit, sucking on it so hard your hips try to wiggle away.

"No runnin'", he mumbles half-assed right into your cunny, one strong hand landing a mean smack to your ass, quick to buck his hips up, tip nudging your lips, "Get to it."

"You're s-so mean."

Your mouth quickly plops his tip right in, bobbing over his cock in shaky motions, tears stinging your lashes as he bucks into your throat, desperate groans punching out of his chest.

The camera catches your muffled moans around his cock, throat stretching as he throbs inside, thick veins pulsing against your hot tongue. He growls at the vibration, face slick and glossy under you, eyes half-lidded, mind locked dead on his target.

Low hum against your slit and then, his tongue darts higher. He drags it all the way from your puffy clit up to lap up every messy drop of slick clinging to your hole before teasing further, pressing the flat of his tongue right over your tight little pucker.

"Cay-Caleb! Hnghhh!—"

The wicked snort against you makes you whimper, his hot breath washing over the puckering hole as his tongue circles it. You gag on his cock when he does, saliva drip drip dripping down the corner of your stretched mouth, throat squeezing tight shut around him.

It's so fucking messy the way one hand spreads your ass open wider, thumb digging in while his tongue flicks all over your holes, folds, clit— not an inch left unexplored by his greedy tastebuds.

And all he can do is whimper right into your blubbering pussy at the thought of watching you choking on him later on video. He's already imagining your lips stretched around his fat girth, cheeks swollen full, tears streaking down while his tongue works messily between your holes.

"Open wider, baby. Say ahhhh," he ushers, spit dripping down his chin as his finger circles the rim of your pussy hole, making you jerk, "need ta' see that throat take me deep likeee—" Two fingers tease you now before they slide through your squelching hole, pads already caressing the gummy spot in your fluttering hole, "—this."

"A-ahhh! Nghhh!"

Wordlessly, you do as told, mouth stretching further, burning almost, cock sliding heavy across your tongue. Now his tongue makes work to your clit, sucking hard enough while keeping a merciless pace with his meaty fingers, making your thighs convulse. The vibration of his moan rattles your whole cunt again, his hips bucking wildly into your mouth now.

"F-fuck yeah. Js' like that, baby. Good fuckin' girl."

The camera rocks with every mutt-like buck of his hips, shaky lens catching the sight of your limp, mindless body bouncing on his face. You're wailing mess, face covered in a mixture of tears, pre and saliva, his swollen tip stretching your lips, bulging out the inside of your cheek.

"Now would ya' look at that pretty little thing. Fuckkkk."

Caleb's eyes go black with hunger, smirk twitching wider as he twitches up against your mouth, teeth scraping your thigh, lips sucking deep at your soaked folds, each sloppy kiss landing with a loud mwah. He snatches the camera for a moment to zoom meanly close to the glossy mess of your cunt, eyes sparkling at the sight of spit and pre smeared everywhere, messy hole clenching so hard, you might aswell snap his fingers off.

"Better hurry, pips. Can already feel yer' cunny's realllll close to givin' me somethin' sweet."

You try to match his pace, you really do, sucking greedily, hollowing your cheeks, both fists working up and down his massive base to wring the soul out of him but he's always two steps ahead.

Teeth graze your clit now to give it a teasing tug, humming in concentration before swiftly replacing his finger with his tongue.

You still got one more trick up your sleeve. All or nothing.

When your shaky little hand wraps around his leaking tip and gives it a desperate squeeze, you feel the hot fan of his breath tickle your folds. His eyes flutter back for a moment, a groan ripping from his chest as his hips buck again. Your tongue slides slowwwwy across his leaking slit, kittenlicks teasingy scrapy against the sensitive split, tasting every salty drop of pre spilling.

Shit. Shitshitshitshit—

"Ouhh! M' cuh- cumming! M'—!"

All warning comes to late as your orgasm crashes over you violently, cunt clenching and trembling around his face as some of your juices messily spray over the lense.

And that smug bastard eats it all up, licking every drop, every squirt, groaning and moaning, guiding you through your release by firmly rocking your hips onto his face, nose nudging your stuttering hole.

You sob, throat stuffed with his cock, muffling your own cries as tears spill down your cheeks. Your hands claw at his meaty thighs, leaving deep imprints in their wake.

Slurp, spurt, squelch squelch— the sound are downright criminally filthy, the slick gush of your overstimulated cunny refusing to stop spraying your release over him.

"Uh huhhhh, just like that baby. G-gonna— gonna cum right down that lil' throat."

Animal like growl resounds as his hips stutter up against your face, grabing the nape of your neck with one firm hand, forcing you to take him allll the way to the base as his own release threatens to burst, cock swelling with a maddening heat.

"Ohhh fuck! Just a lil' bit more, a lil'— shitshitshit!—"

Hand now traveling to tighten in your hair by the roots, locking you against him as his eyes roll back, hurling himself over the edge. Thick, messy ropes of cum pulse into your mouth and down your aching throat, leaving a hot trail in it's wake.

Camera gripped loosely in his other hand shakes violently with his ruts and finally tips off the bed and onto the cold floor, only catching the mixture of moans and groans from you both, lens forced to remain in the dark as it stares at the dull ceiling.

"Cay'."

His chest rises and falls in heavy bursts, slick hair plastered to his forehead, chestnut eyes snapping open at the sound of your voice. One broad hand kneads your ass to mark his attention, the forgotten camera lying useless on the floor as he watched you grind your hips back against his mouth.

"Say no more, sweets. Wanna squirt on my cock now, huh?"

His cum coated your chin, saying more than any 'yes' could. His tongue is quick to dart out, tasting in relishing kitten licks. He massages your right ass cheek.

You shift down, trembling, lips brushing the flushed head of his cock in a teasing kiss before glancing back at him with a weak rise of your head, cheek resting against his still stiffened cock, your hand fondling his balls playfully.

"Mhmmm."

꩜sleepycockwarmingchamp: Woah. Perfect pussy. She's squirting everywhere :0 Collab?

꩜octopussycat: Bro is locked tf in lolllll.

꩜pilotdicklover: Oh he's a MUNCHHHH. Nose-deep in it and shit. Needddd him so bad.

꩜JustHere2Moan: HELLO WHERE IS PART 2?!? NO WAY IT JUST CUTS OFF HERE

☆Sylus☆ 1.2Mio views ▶︎ 11:23min I Couldn't Wait Until We Got Home.ᐟ

"What a sight to behold."

And he's already filming by the time you glide out of the auction hall and into the chilly city night, lense capturing your turning head, only the curve of your cheek and the mysterious glint in your eye.

You scoff at the lazy smirk tugging at Sylus's lips, his phone hanging loose in his hand as the lens trails after you, drinking in the way your dress clings like it was painted on, the sway of your hips seductive without meaning to be, your every step framed perfectly.

How he loves filming you. Show his treasure off to the world and bathe in their raging jealousy. It's a guilty pleasure of his.

His angle shifts when you slip into the limousine, door shutting with a decadent thud, the camera catching the shape of your thighs as he slides in behind you.

"Perv."

Heat crawls up your cheeks when he only leans in in response, brushing a featherlight kiss against your cheek, grin flashing right into the lens before he pans down again.

"What now? Appreciating my wife's a crime?" Voice dipped in cocky delight as his pale hand slips up, broad palm grazing your thigh just enough to make your thighs twitch and shoot him a warning glare.

You soon squirm in the cramped seat once his fingers dig into your thigh, biting your lip hard as the fabric of your dress shifts dangerously high under his touch.

"You're scheming something, aren't you?"

"Me? Oh, please, sweetie."

.

.

.

"L-liar!"

The footage jumps and you're on all fours in the plush seat now, hair mussed, your gorgeous dress bunched up around your hips. Your panties cling pathetically to one thigh, nearly torn through as his cock digs deep into your drenched pussy, splitting you open like the red sea.

To be honest, you don't even know how he persuaded you into this.

"Hmm? What was that? I can hardly hear you over this—" thwak thwak thwak resounds from your screaming cunny in obscene volume as his hips smash! against your ass with such force your head lolls dumbly in the front, "—mouthy pussy."

The obscene squelch squelch squelching noises and the wet slapping fills the broad vehicle, bouncing off the leather seats and tinted windows,camera wavering just enough to catch the hypnotic jiggle of your ass, the arch of your back, your manicured nails sinking into the cushions as his swollen and eager tip relentlessly grinds against your sweet spot.

"S-sy! The chauffeur's gonna—"

"Leave him be."

Unbothered he drives into you harder, ripping a raw scream from your throat. Your bobbing head snaps toward the thin divider of glass, separating the sinful, musky air from the unsuspecting driver just feet away.

Nothing. The man doesn't stir— out of fear or simply because he couldn't hear, you can't tell.

"See? So why don't you do us both a favor and give our fans some pretty little moans to listen to?"

"Nghhh!"

God, you really shouldn't do this. Sure it feels good and sure the whole situation is making your pussy thrill in excitement, but—

"Pretty please, darling?"

Wait, what were you worrying about again?

Tone mockingly sweet as his fingers hook into your ruined panties, tearing them away with one brutal, insulting tug. A loud rip follows suit, the delicate thread of your dress straining dangerously.

What a shame. This dress is one of your favourites.

"I'll take you shopping right after this, hm? You can buy every pair of panties, every dress you've ever dreamed of…and maybe you'll forgive your husband for shredding these ones."

One firm hand clamped on your hip as he drags you back onto his cock, each thrust more wicked than the last, deep groans rumbling out of him, vibrating against your spine, "How does that sound? Deal?"

When he doesn't get an answer right away, the sharp crack of his palm against your ass lands heavy, sting instantly soothed as his hand rubbing over the mark in lazy apology.

"A-ahh! Y-yes. Yes! Deal!"

"Mhm."

His hand lingers on your ass, squeezing the sting into a bruise as his thrusts turn sharp and hard now, slap of skin fills the car again, so lewd and obscene, each deep kiss to your womb forcing your moans higher, louder.

"Look at you. Already ruined. This the same girl who called me a 'perv' ten minutes ago?" His grip tightens on your hip, dragging you back until you feel the blunt head batter your cervix.

Ah. It's been ten minutes. Feels like an hour on your end.

A sobbing moan as your reply, your eyes begin to water, pussy gushing around his cock loud enough to drown out the hum of the engine.

"Try holding it for me."

Huh?

Handing you the phone with a cheeky grin, your fingers tremble slightly as you adjust it, trying to capture the perfect backshot of him pressing into you, sight of his sculptured pelvis, lower abs and messy silver hair making your pussy gush a sheen coat onto his girth.

You stumble a little, hips pressing against him, hands shaking as you try to frame both your ass and your face, the cute, desperate expressions you can't hide as he ruts into you with teasing thrusts making him throb inbetween your tight tunnel.

"Good girl. Now say you loveeee the way your husband fills you up."

"N-noouhhh! Sy, 's embarrassing!"

Smack! His hand lands on your ass again, harder this time, making you jolt forward with a cry, drool running down your chin. He rubs the sting away slowly, almost soothing, but it's clear he doesn't take your dumb babbling for an answer.

"Say it."

"Fuh-fuck! L-love the way my hus— husband fills me up! 's so gooood!"

"Mmm, hear that? Soooo good, yes?" His gaze flicks to the camera, lips curling into a devilish grin as he leans down so his handsome face sits in frame with your arched back, precisely keeping himself locked deep against your sweet spot to rub rub rub against it. "My sweet wife's pussy is all mine to fuck. "

"Sy! Sy! so damn d-deep! Can't— I can't!"

"Louder, sweetie. Don't make me ask twice."

"I—loooove the way my— ohh! husband f-fucks me!"

"Aww. She's already gone. What a shame." He leans closer, low voice curling like smoke in your ear, then looks past you again, placing a kiss ontop of your head before proceeding to ram you into the seats, dark rubies set onto the camera. " Look at my sweet girl. She just can't help herself but get cock druck every night."

Watching you struggle with that known smirk he always wears, broken moan escaping him once you pulsate around him in protest.

"Let me help, honey," he murmurs, pressing his hand to your back, forcing you into a nasty arch while the other sneaks the phone out of your hand, much to your relief.

Suddenly, your hips are pushed harder into him, his body pressed firmly onto yours and his hand grips your waist to end your squirming, jolting your weakly squashed body against his like you're nothing but a light feather.

"So cute like this," he bites your shoulder lightly, steadying camera to focus in on your drool covered face, mouth slack as your cheek's pressed into the seat, "my messy little wife."

"Wanna, wanna! cuh— Syyyy—lussss!"

"Who's holding you back? Surely not me."

His thrusts hammer harder, his cock swelling thick at the base, the drag of his tip battering your sweet spot until your nails carve crescent moons into the cushions, damn near ripping them. "Go on. Give them a show worth watching, sweetie."

On cue your cunny clenches once, twice, thighs trembling violently under him as your orgasm rips through you, shameless expression fully plastered on display as you soak your husbands cock in gush after gush of cum while your scream echoes in the car.

"F-fuck— yes, just like t-that."

Hanging onto a thin thread himself now, his voice fractures into a grunt, pace stuttering as his head falls back with a snarl, veins bulging in his throat.

One last harsh slam and heat floods your womb in heavy buckets of his cum spilling so deep it forces some to drip down onto the expensive leather.

Quickly, he hauls you into his lap now, cock still locked deep inside as your head lolls back onto his shoulder, eyes hazily making out the recording lens and the messy kiss he pulls you into, tongues and teeth clashing as your saliva smears across his face.

He focuses in on your stuffed cunny, a faint bulge pressing against your lower belly, exposing the buckets of cum he dumped into you.

When you weakly try to press your thighs together, his hand wedges between them, prying you open with ease, fingers digging into your soft flesh, holding you wide, putting your ruined pussy on display.

"We still got fifteen more minutes until we're home. One more round to go, darling."

꩜skyhavenspanker: Pussy so good bro just had to knock her up at the back of a limo lmao. I get it tho.

꩜octopussycat: Y'ALL ARE FREAKS FRFR. GYATTTT DAYUMMM! Is your husband up to sharing?^^

꩜daddyissues69: They're both so hot I wish I could have a 3way with them so bad and get taken to pound town.

꩜FapFiend: You guys must have the best make-up sex jesus christ.