#okurun

“…don’t wanna- fuck you feel soo good.”

your brain is a jumbled mess, your thighs and ass are sticky with a mix of both of you all’s love fluids, your clit puffy and hot, his fingers pressing, rubbing, desperately trying to bring you to another orgasm so he can feel you squeeze those gummy walls around his achy cock.

you weren’t even sure if you could cum anymore, and you could feel his member constantly twitching deep, peppering deep kisses against your bruised cervix.

yet the burn was so fucking good, his palms desperately pawing at your hips in a attempt to keep them arched so he wasn’t just laying and humping on you.

wet hot kisses are pressing against your bruised neck and shoulder, the hot heap of his tongue dragging over the flesh.

his gaze is full of pure need, his hips driving into you, the slapping against skin so sinful. the headboard is pounding against the wall, the pillow placed there long slipped to the shadows below.

“…you feel so good.. tell me you feel-“

he’s cumming again, your gummy walls encapsulating his twitching member. he’s whimpering, his hips finally stopping, still pressed balls deep into you.

“fuck’n.. take it-“

your head tilts, eyes full of tears yet none seem to fall. kissing your eyebrows softly, he begs to go just one more time. you can still feel the aftershocks of your previous orgasm, as your hips arch back up. so pathetic.