#tyson.interactions

The movie played on the large home-theater screen. Everyone had their own special seats that reclined back enough to make each seat its own little bed. Tyson and his partner always pulled up the arm rest to combine their seats so that it made one pod for them to be in. They were never shy about pda, though many were surprised that Tyson and them weren't making out throughout the film. If only they knew that under the blanket, Tyson was sporting a huge tent in his shorts.

based on "pov" by ariana grande!

The local bar was cute. It had that small town charm that Tyson was slowly learning to enjoy. Every now and again, his spoiled city-kid disposition would linger and he had to re-center himself. That's what this entire move was for anyhow. It was a way for him to disconnect from the fast lifestyle of the city. Nights like this were the kind of nights that gave the town its life. A jukebox played music throughout the entire establishment. A dozen of the locals were dancing on the makeshift dancefloor. Everyone in town was here.

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Finally. Retribution for all of his hard work. Tireless nights that turned into long days finally paying off with her begging and moaning. His office was filled with notes and pictures of her—which he should be reprimanded for, but he knew she loved it. Tyson was unapologetic with the way he loved her. Each moment of her life was guided under his thumb. Whenever she left the house, he knew about it. It was only a matter of time before he claimed her with a collar.

"Yeah?" His voice rasps, as he f*cks her v*rgin *sshole rougher than before. One leg springs up onto the table to give him even more leverage to pound into her. He's practically shoving the heavy table forward. The entire surface rocks with his movements. "Yeah?" He growls again as he grips onto the ropes, making sure to tighten them around her tits and arms—marks that would be left for him to admire later.

"RAH..!" A loud breath leaves his lungs like a roar. It was taking everything in him to f*ck claim her like this. She was his. No one, especially not her husband, would take her from him. It would be a surprise if he even let her leave after tonight. PAP PAP PAP! Each thrust grew slower and more dense. The weight of his body shoved into her fat ass. 

It was glorious. The moment where he finally found sweet release. C*m began spilling into her tight hole. The org*sm was so life lifting that he could feel it in his teeth. He releases the ropes to hold onto her ass, enjoying the size and the feel of her skin under his palms. It was all he ever wanted—her under his palms. "You fucking sl*t..." He pants, gripping her ass. "I fucking knew it." Tyson spits on her.

Tyson was tired of the back and fourth. It was obvious that they were in love, but her husband constantly got in the way. Her mind was filled with doubt and confusion. He planned on fixing that. When he told her they had plans today, he knew exactly what he was doing. The hope was, after tonight, she wouldn't think of anyone but him. 

Tyson lay strapped to the bed, blushing when pre-cum already begins to spill from his tip. He hadn't even been touched yet the pleasure was already building inside of him. In truth, he shouldn't be here. The older woman promised to fulfill so many of his sexual fantasies that he fell into her trap and enjoyed every second of it. If his girlfriend were to find out, he'd be dead. Her step-mother and her were always getting into arguments... Now here he was, laying in bed waiting for her step-mother to begin teasing him. 

This was often how his nights with the older woman went. A little teasing and a lot of torture—only ever ending in euphoric orgasms that tended to get the two of them extremely messy. He loved his girlfriend, but she was never able to get him into this subspace that her step-mom could. However, tonight felt special.