#mhm.

thinking abt forcing arthur morgan into having a size kink. pointing out how much bigger he is than you all the time, using that voice when you do. pretending to be incapable of doing things that a big man needs to do. feeding him the idea until it subconsciously cements itself into his brain and suddenly he's folding you in half and losing his mind over how easily your body bends to his will. he's no longer able to ignore how tiny your cunt appears to be when his hand cups your mound, or when he stretches you on two thick and scarred fingers. gears turn in his head, ideas of what else this size difference can do for him. he starts to become partial to positions that emphasize the difference—prone bone, mating press, maybe a rendition of some type of nelson a few times just for the hell of it.

counting down the days til i can eat her out like this until she’s crying and begging for me to stop. brat asked for it with her mouth running when its meant to be for pretty moans only