#trohposting

you were unsure at first when joe gifted you a victories secret box the day of his birthday.it’s not that you didn’t like it , quite the opposite in fact. the garment wasn’t anything too complicated it was a black satin night dress with a deep v neck and delicate looking white lace lining the bottom.despite it’s simplicity it was gorgeous.

you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed imagining your boyfriends eyes intensely focused on your figure as you modeled the lingerie for him.

“joe i love it thank you..why choose today to give it to me though? today is supposed to be your special day not mine”. you ask, figiting with the straps of the lingerie.

“i want you to wear this and sit on my face for my birthday. that’s it” he says matter a factly. no hint of a smile crosses his face.

was he actually serious? you stood there stunned for a moment. “that’s really all you want”.

“well actually i’d like one more thing”

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joe makes a point of being an extremely messy eater. and he’s not the least bit quiet either. he makes no effort to quiet the sounds of wet squelching as he devours your pussy. his rough hands grab at your thighs mindlessly caressing and squeezing the plush of your skin.

a mixture of his saliva and icing coat his beard and your inner thighs as he continues to bury his face in your cunt. the bridge of his nose is pressed up against your clit.

he had made a point of licking every inch of your pussy leaving no spot unexplored.

you pressed your forehead against the cold wall, letting out a strained whimper. the feeling of his tongue flicking your most sensitive spot had you seeing stars. you’d had at least two orgasms by now but joe held you in place refusing to let up.

joe who loves how much bigger his hands are than yours. holding your hand in public brings him so much joy

joe who is nearly a foot taller than you. when he talks to you he needs to crane his head downwards. he jokes about having a cramp in his neck from all the looking down.

joe who goes insane when you wear his clothes. youre practically drowning in his ratty old shirt and it’s the prettiest you’ve ever looked to him.

joe who is working with quite a lot. its so obvious in any pair of pants he wears. that amount of girth is hard to hide. he’s not necessarily long about 5.7 inches exactly with a nice upwards curve. yes he measured. a mess of jet black curly pubes covered his pelvis.the skin is so pale every vein is visible.

joe who is a gentle lover. he knows he’s big and the last thing he wants to do is push you past your limits. he does his best to prepare you.

he forced your jaw open as wide as it could go,fingers hooked on the roof of your mouth. “come on a little wider now. i need to make sure you’re ready to take me baby. don’t make this hard on me”.

your jaw had a dull ache yet you still obeyed doing your best to wrap your lips around his girth.

he lets out a groan in response. “there you go..nice and slow”.

it’s a tight fit to say the least. the head of his dick hit the back of your throat almost instantly causing you to gag. “breath through your nose, just like i taught you”. joe guides your head further down.

you’re left with no choice but to follow his instructions. resisting the urge to throw up you take rapid breaths through your nose.

“mhm”.. he nods,hand resting on your head. “keep breathing” he encourages.

the ache in your jaw had worsened as he continued to shove himself further into your mouth.

joe who is trying his best not to lose his cool. he has no desire to cause you any pain but how can he not fuck your face.

“fuck im so sorry sweetheart”. his chest is tight with a heavy feeling of guilt. “you’re killing me right now”.

something inside him snaps. he need to fill your throat with cum as soon as possibly won over.

with no warning he crams his length down your throat groaning as he did so. “m, baby” he repeats like a prayer in between quickened breaths. the sensation was like nothing he’d ever felt

he rests his hands on the back of your head for support continuing his abuse. the pace is unbearable.

joe who can see the silhouette of his print in your throat. he’s so close to losing it. drool starts to pool on either side of your mouth.

joe who hates losing control like that that. he feels absolutely terrible. he runs a warm bubble bath and cooks your favorite meal as a way to say sorry.

joe who loves buying you lingerie to try. it’s so small compared to any item of clothing he owns. and maybe he gets a kick out of ripping your lace thong without even trying.

joe who wants to make it up to you. he sets the mood jsut right, rose petals on the bed, sweet scented candles the works.

joe who wraps a large hand around your thigh as he carefully pushes himself inside you. it’s just the tip and you’re already squirming , contorting your face in discomfort. “i’m so sorry angel. i know it hurts it’ll start to feel good”.

joe who can’t even fit all the way. “you’re already falling apart and i barely touched you”. he continues to thrust eyes not leaving the space your body meets his.

joe who is not doing a good job at controlling himself. your walls are squeezing him so deliciously. he knows he should pull out. but you look so pretty like this. he covered your mouth -/ he throws his head back in pleasure.

joe is well aware of how wrong this is. he knows he’s an awful husband,probably the worst in the world right now. no decent man in his right mind would even consider trapping his wife with an unwanted child. since he met you a decade ago you’d held steady on your anti kid rhetoric.

but he so desperately needed this.

he presses his nose to your neck, breathing in your sweet scent. he imagines your belly, swollen with his child and your cheeks so chubby and soft. just the thought had him practically shaking with excitement.

“you’re the most beautiful woman in the world y/n. i can’t wait for you to bear my child”.

joe can’t see your face but he can practically hear your expression twisting in disgust. “im so sorry baby i know you don’t want this but i need this…please lie still”. he clamped a large hand over your protesting mouth.

it saddens him that you don’t want this too. he doesn’t ask you for much. what’s one baby? he forces his entire weight down on you forcing you into submission. “i’m sorry..fuck i am so sorry”