Shipper Gotta Ship

He stands there, a little shocked before he smirks slowly. He gets down on his knees and starts crawling to you, his green eyes are filled with lust, fixed on his mistress for her next command.

(AHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHA)

He pulls your panties off with his teeth, but you make him beg for it before you finally let him eat you out.

“Who do you belong to, Peter?” You ask softly as you play with his hair. His eyes are fixed between your legs, on your glistening cunt that he just wants to taste.

“You.”

His answer sends a pulse of arousal through your pussy. You know he loves it when you’re dominant, taking control and allowing him to let go of the stress he constantly carries.

His eyes are dark and full of need from where he looks up at you.

“Take off your shirt.” You say softly. He pulls it over his head immediately, his hair getting a little messed up. You grip the arm of the chair, he’s so fucking hot. You want him so bad, it’s taking everything in you to resist letting him lick your pussy.

His hands circle your thighs and he starts kissing them, looking up at you from beneath thick eyebrows. You whimper softly, closing your eyes for a second as he nips at your inner thigh slightly.

“You’re so good.” You sigh, stroking his cheek and tucking his black hair behind his ear. He smiles against your skin, moaning softly as he moves up, spreading your legs further and kissing the crease of your thigh.

He kisses your stomach, pulling you closer and putting your legs over his shoulders. He kisses you everywhere but your pussy. Both teasing you and waiting for your permission at the same time. You run your fingers through his scalp, pushing his hair back from his face before you grab it. He moans as you fist his hair and pull him down between your legs. He buries his face in your pussy and licks you slowly, his tongue flattening over your folds. His moans are muffled as he eats you sloppily, his tongue slips inside of you over and over.

Even when you get overstimulated and weakly grab at him, whimpering that it’s too much, he doesn’t stop. He can’t bring himself to stop, he loves the taste of you too much. He wants to be good, but tonight he can’t help himself.

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