you have no idea

super high and horny rn. need to give my nipples some carpet burn 😍😵‍💫

feed it to her slow. Watch her throat fight me at first, watch the tears gather, watch her grab my thighs like she’s anchoring herself to the storm.

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start reading this short here...

the older he is, the better 🖤

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Get you a girl who might cry if you pull out

I Let Him Fuck My Throat and He Claimed the Rest of Me

Chapter 4 – No Take-Backs

Rating: Explicit 18+ only — minors and ageless blogs DNI

Content warnings / disclaimers

He doesn’t let me collapse after the second orgasm hits. My body’s still spasming, pussy fluttering around nothing, thighs slick with my own cum and sweat, but he’s already yanking me up by the hair like I’m his ragdoll. My knees buckle, but his arm snakes around my waist, hauling me onto the couch proper this time. He spins me so I’m facing him, straddling his lap again, except now my leggings are tangled around my ankles and my hoodie’s rucked up under my tits.

His cock’s still hard, slick with my spit and whatever leaked out of me, and it nudges against my entrance while I’m trying to catch my breath. I’m a mess—face streaked with tears and mascara, lips bruised, throat burning like I swallowed fire. But he looks at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever ruined.

“Say it again,” he demands, voice low and wrecked, fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave fingerprints.

I’m shaking, head spinning from the high and the humiliation and the way my clit’s still throbbing like it’s begging for more. “I’m your slut,” I whisper, but it comes out hoarse, barely audible.

“Louder.”

“I’m your slut!” It rips out of me this time, desperate and raw.

He grins, feral, and slams up into me without warning. One hand clamps over my mouth, the other ...

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I need to hump an older man's face rn 🖤