“Oh Tate, you’re so cute.” Your full lips swallowed his, a small squeak escaping his lips.
Your boyfriend was just the best, even though he was a ghost he was the most perfect boy ever.
“Mmph, fuc—mommy stop.” Tilting your head you frowned, eyeing the pretty little thing under you, “Aww, but bunny.” Your tone laced with fake condolence, “Don’t you like it when I do this?”
Tate gasped, quickly biting his lip to control himself while your hand rubbed his bulge through his boxers.
He was sooo hard, you could feel the heat radiating off him. Poor boy couldn’t stay still, he could feel it in his head he was so dizzy.
“Does it feel good, hm? Tell me. Mommy’s doing good?” Nodding his head while biting his hot plump lips made your panties drenched.
“F-feels so good, mhm I love it so much, please I want you.”
“You already have me.” In a swift movement you pulled his cock out of his boxers, the cold breeze sending chills down his spine, straightening his back out.
“F-Fuuckkk p-pple—Oh I know baby, I know.” His pre cum already lubricated his needy boner, it pulsating with every breath.
Your soft voice just gave him life, it sounded so smooth he just couldn’t get enough.
“Ah, more, more, moree. Shit I need it, c-can I have it mommy ppleassee?” Tate was chasing your hand with his hips, them rising up and down with every thrust of your hand.
“Shut up and keep going, you know, you look so pretty all desperate?
The boy was just so pretty, his slick covered along your French tip manicure, the purple blueish marks kissed all along his waistband.
“My baby looks like such a slut, don’t you think?” You leaned down to whisper in his ear, “I just love pretty sluts like you, you like it when I do this? Your body does.”
A whimper came loose from him, heavy pants following after, his eyes looking up at you with such adoration. “F-fuck, gonna cum, mm—mph I’m so fucking close.”
God, he was soo adorable.
Xoxo,
