#um yeah

imagine playing with him to the point where his body’s covered with his cum. mind as blank at his balls. you’ve got him all tied up, wrist twisting around his shaft to force his limp dick to harden. he’s numb to the pleasure yet it burns every time you cruelly rub your palm against his sensitive cockhead, red and pulsing from abuse.

he’s begging for sweet mercy—crying even, all teary eyed and twitchy body. “please, please, please—no more! i’ll die if you keep going!”

you laugh at how desperate he is, it’s so so cute it makes you want to make him cum all over again. so you gently kiss the slippery top of his dick, his hips jerking backwards from the lightest stimulation. oh, how you bet you could make his eyes go criss-cross simply by blowing at his slick-glazed cockhead.

but you won’t let him go that easily. your tongue slips out from your hungry lips, spit dripping and sliding down his length, earning more whines from him. you could hear the fear laced under his tone, further rousing the ache between your wet thighs.

“you can’t touch me yet—not now!” awww, you cooed, puckered lips slurping up the saliva slipping along his throbbing length. your eyes don’t leave his blush-dusted face. how could you? he looks prettier than ever gritting his teeth, eyebrows all tilted up and absentmindedly drooling all over himself. a lewd fucking mess.

your tongue lolls out, licking a long stripe over the flaring red—almost purple tip of his. it’s so soft you could almost taste his sensitivity when you wrap your mouth around it whole, ignoring the way he’s crying and throwing his hips back. the tip of your tongue edges at his salty slit, flicking and prying the little glans.

he’s abandoned pleading for you to stop—instead, he’s surrendered into you and chanting your name like it’s his lifeline. his whole body jerks so hard you almost think he’s having a seizure, your lips popping off him—right before a pale-yellow line shoots out of his cock.

his back arches, eyes white and face frozen in overwhelming pleasure and pain. he’s pissing all over himself from the mere intensity of the orgasm—and oddly enough, you find it hot as fuck.

make it a roleplay where gator act shy but still cold

Idk if this is really what you’re thinking but I hear role play with gator and my mind goes wild

Gator wants to flip the script on your usual cop role play and have YOU be the cop for once. So he buys you one of those cheap slutty cop Halloween costumes that barely covers your ass and it’s so tight the buttons over your chest are about to pop.

Your costume came with flimsy handcuffs so gator insists that you use his. You cuff his hands behind his back and push him to the bed after you strip search him and give him a very thorough pat down.

“I’m arresting you for possession of an unlicensed weapon,” you say as you sit over him with your knees bracketing his hips.

“Yeah? What’s that?”

You tightly grab his hard cock in your hand and you feel it twitch as gator involuntarily bucks up into your fist.

“You’re not authorised to carry something this… big.”

Gator smirks. “What you gonna do about it? Huh?”

You line his cock up to your entrance and ride him at lazy pace. Gator likes to fuck you hard and fast so when you’re in control you take your time. He’s trying to thrust up into you to quicken the pace but you hold his body firmly down, grinding his cock deeply into you.

Your dress has risen up to your hips and all gator can do is watch you fuck yourself on his cock, his hands pinned underneath his back and he now regrets letting you use his cuffs because he probably could have broken free from the plastics ones to touch the plush expanse of your thighs.

“You gotta—- shiit—- gotta fuck me harder sweetheart.”

You stop dead. “It’s officer to you.”

When you stop gator his panting “‘m sorry officer, please.”

“Please what?”

“Fuck, please just go faster, fuckin, shit, please.”

As much as you would love to drag this out, you’re also so fucking desperate to ride him like it’s going out of style. And as you pick up the pace your eyes wonder to the bed side table where gator’s gun sits in its holster.

To gator, it all happens so quick. Suddenly he feels the barrel of the gun press under his chin. His heart pumps so quick and it’s pumping all his blood into his dick.

“Shit! Oh fuck——what the fuck——ugh.”