I want a scrappy trans country boy to top me. Not with a strap, though; with his fat dick that I know has been getting big as hell since he’s been on t.
I wanna get my on my stomach with my back arched and my hairy ass in the air, reaching back and spreading my cheeks for him while he growls about how tight it looks. I wanna feel his hands replace mine, spreading me open before he spits on my hole and rubs it in with his thumb. He’ll grab my hips with his veiny hands and pull me back onto his dick, sliding up and down my wet hole, his bush scratching against me.
We’ll both be bricked the fuck up, both of us throbbing and leaking, both of us gasping for breath while he starts rocking his hips, teasing me with his dick while I claw at the sheets and beg for it. It’ll feel so good when he starts really fucking me, really starts driving his cock into me. God, the feeling of his dick on my hole is gonna have me pressing back into it, my boy poking at my entrance with his fat hog just how I like it.
He’ll call me daddy while he’s pounding me, and I’ll tell him that he’s a good boy and that he’s doing a gooooood fuckin’ job treating me like this. I’ll moan when he wraps his arms around my waist, his hands groping my belly, pumping his hips up and down to get as much stimulation as he can.
I’d know he’s getting close when his breathing gets erratic, deep breaths followed by little gasps and growls, his hands tightening onto my belly while he thrusts into me. I’d feel him get even harder and throb even more, feel more of his precum dripping down my leg. And then? I’ll tell him to nut on my ass. Tell him that I want that fat fuckin’ boy load all over my hole, tell him all the nastiest things I know are gonna send him over the edge.
And god, when he does cum? He’ll be howling, gasping my name, his cock throbbing and twitching while he busts on my hole, all wet and hot and sticky while using his dad’s ass for his pleasure. It’d be enough to send me over the edge with barely a stroke on my hard dick. We’d both ride the orgasm as long and we can before crashing together. He’d collapse on top of me, huffing into my shoulder telling me how good my ass feels, and I’d push back juuuust enough to make him shiver again.
I’d roll over and we’d cuddle, still a sweaty sticky mess, both wore out and happy. He’d lay on top of me with his belly hair rubbing against mine, my hands cupped around his firm little ass while I muzzle his neck. I’d kiss his forehead and tell him that he’s a rowdy lil top, and that I can’t wait until he does it again — which, judging from how hard he still is, won’t be long at all.
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