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tried to channel my inner freak and write out something nasty. How did I do? Inspired by @fangirlingat2am miles quaritch drabble ;)
Pairing: Recom!Miles Quaritch x Na'vi!Reader
Summary: You just started your yearly heat and finally have someone, Quaritch, to satisfy your needs
Wordcount: 2.2k
Warnings/tags: porn without plot, heat cycles, no prepping, riding, breeding, big dick, breeding kink, tit sucking, excessive wet pussy, penis in vagina sex, unsafe sex, dirty talk, belly bulge, kuru play, tit slapping, squirting, pet names, mutual orgasm, praise kink, slight aftercare, english is not my first language, not proof read
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"Been waiting all day for this" you mewled, your voice only a slurred sound as your yearly heat took over your body. Like a sex crazy feral savage, you practically ripped his camo pants off his body, your hands working desperately to uncover your sopping pussy.
"Easy, Sugar. I'm not going anywhere" Quaritch chuckled, holding you by the thighs, thumb brushing over your feverish skin. Despite his words, he couldn't deny the throbbing ache pulling deep in his groin that grew more unbearable with every second that passed in which he wasn't buried in your sweet cunt.
You were already panting, your hand grasping his rock hard cock. Normally you would have jerked him off, wrapped your lips around the tip and worshipped him until he made you get up so he could fuck you, but your body was already wound tight and you feared you were going crazy. You felt like you were about to combust if you didn’t get him inside you with your next breath.
You lined him up with your hole and finally, finally sank down onto his massive cock, your folds eagerly opening up for him. The stretch in your pussy was immediate, overwhelming, despite how wet you already were.
He was huge, as thick as your wrist, longer than anything you'd ever taken and it hit the most perfect spots inside you every time, making your thighs quake from him just just filling you up with his sheer size.
"Oh fuck, Quaritch" you sighed out in utter most relief, overpronouncing the 'r' in his name, but neither you nor him cared about that right now. He found it cute, his name on your tounge, especially with the thin trail of drool running down the corner of your mouth while you looked at him like your head has just been emptied, and the only thing you still knew how to do was how to bounce on his cock.
Your cunt was immpossibly drenched, hot, slick juices coating him from tip to base, making every slide of your ovulating pussy effortless and obscenely smooth.
Up and down you went, the glide so wet it bordered on being too slippery, your walls parting greedily around his veined shaft.
Each time you dropped fully, bottoming him out against your swollen cervix, a loud, lewd slap echoed throughout the room, followed by a high moan from you and a low groan from deep withing his chest.
Your soaked entrance wetly met his heavy balls, the sound mingling with the squelch of your arousal that spilled around the base of his cock.
His thighs beneath you were a slick mess, ruined by the flood of your wetness that dripped down in thick globs, pooling on his blue skin and soaking into the fur bed beneath him. You couldn't help it. The way he filled you had your body in overdrive, sweat beading on your forehead and trickling between your heaving breasts that jiggled with every bounce.
Your moans spilled out uncontrollably, high and needy, mixing with heavy pants as you rode him harder, hips rolling in desperate circles. You were almost sobbing at how good you felt, the bioluminescent freckles on your body pulsing in sync with every wave of pleasure rolling over you.
Quaritchs yellow eyes were locked on you, his pupils dark with lust and that deeply rooted affection he reserved only for you. "Goddamn, look at you, baby" he drawled, voice gravelly and thick, the sound sending shocks down your spine and causing your pussy to squeeze him even tighter.
His eyes fluttered at the sensation, his jaw going slack watching his dick disappear in your cunt "My cocks stretchin' you so pretty, fuck, love it when you're like this" His words hit like sparks, igniting your heat soaked core, making fresh gushes of slick coat him even more. Your body trembled harder, eyes starting to roll back in your head, crossing slightly as the pleasure blurred your vision and took every reason out of your head.
All you could think about was cock. His cock. His cum, in your pussy, breeding you good.
You sobbed pathetically, your body falling forward in exhaustion, but you caught yourself, your palms sprawling out over his chest to steady yourself. Even though your body was getting tired, not even if someone put a gun to your head would you stop grinding your hips back on his dick. Your breasts swayed between your arms, the movement hypnotising to the starved man.
Quaritch reached up, his large hands palming your perfect, sweat-slick tits, thumbs flicking over your stiff nipples before squeezing the soft flesh, giving them a soft slap. "All tits, no brain. Ain't that right, baby?" he teased you with that smug grin on his face.
If you hadn't been this batshit horny, you would have wiped that smirk off his frustratingly handsome face in a second. But against your better judgement, you babbled out a dumb "uh-huh" your words ending in a cute little mewl as he pinched your nipples, softly pulling at the peaks.
You were needily arching into his rough touch, the added sensation sending jolts straight to your clit. Drool escaped you once again as you bounced with wild abandon, the easy in and out, his veiny cock dragging against your walls.
Slap, squelch, slap, the sounds were making Quaritch go crazy.
Your steady rhythm faltered for a moment. "Q-Quaritch..." you panted out, your voice just over a whisper. You didn't know why you said his name, why it seemed like a plea, like you craved something more than just his cock.
Quaritch groaned under you, one strong hand keeping you moving on his cock by grabbing the soft flesh of your thigh "Fuck, keep saying my name while you get yourself off on my dick, sugar" he murmured into the valley between your breasts.
He kissed and sucked your jiggling tits, not long before a nipple slipped between his lips. The suckling and nursing of his mouth made you gasp, the coil in your core tightening.
You threw your head back, your mind swimming with pleasure. "Quaritch- I, please, oh-" you hiccuped, the coherent words you tried to speak being interrupted by a string of wanton moans.
He was about to egg you on even more, telling you to use your words if you wanted something from him. But then he catched your braid falling over your shoulder into your lap, your queue slithering free between the dark strands of hair, desperately seeking his.
He huffed softly. This was the thing you wanted the most from him, an ache not even his cock could satisfy deep within you. He heard you whimper his name once more. That was it. He grasped his kuru, guiding his own neural tendrils to intertwine with yours. Tsaheylu snapped into place, an electric jolt racing through your veins, bonding your sensations. You felt his pleasure echo yours, the throb of his cock, the clench of your walls, his feelings ebbing into yours as if you were one.
You screamed. Quaritch pupils were already wide, but now they resembled dinner plates, almost swallowing all of the rich yellow colour around them. "Yeah, feel how bad I want you" he whispered, not even knowing if you heard him, but you certainly felt it.
Your body folded backwards, your hands on his thighs keeping you steady while your back arched and your head rested between your shoulders. Your hips kept their movements going, your pussy dragging along his cock.
This new position revealed what you felt all along, now visible to the naked eye, Quaritch cock nestled all the way in your gut. A bulge formed in the lower parts of your stomach, disappearing and reappearing with every thrust of your hips.
Quaritch damn near lost it.
He moaned at the sight, one hand sliding down to press firmly against the prominent swell in your lower belly, right where his cock outlined itself inside you. This was probably the most erotic thing he had ever seen in his entire life, licking his lips as he watched your clear arousal turn thicker and white with every bounce. "Filthy little thing, creamin' all over me. Gonna breed this pussy full."
The pressure of his hand made stars burst behind your eyelids and his words, fuck he always knew what to say to make you completely lose your mind.
Your eyes rolled back fully now, crossing in ecstasy as you shook violently on him, thighs quivering like they had turned into jelly. Sweat poured off you, mingling with the wetness between your legs, and just thinking about Quaritchs seed taking root in your womb made you want to explode. You cried, hot tears streaming down your cheeks.
He put a hand on your arm, pulling you into a more up-right position so you could look into his eyes. You felt his release building through the bond, hot and insistent, every time you bottomed out.
"Gonna make you squirt all over me, aren't I? Cum for your man, baby. Let it go."
It was effortless, the way he unraveled you. His long fingers pulled your nipples harder, his thumb pressing against your tummy, cock throbbing inside your soaked heat.
The coil snapped without warning.
You cried out, a guttural moan tearing from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you. Your pussy clenched rhythmically, squirting in forceful bursts that sprayed across his abs and thighs, adding to the slickness of your paired arousals. The pressure made his cock slip free from you.
"Quaritch!" you whined loudly at the loss, sobbing pathetically and cock-drunk.
Lucky for you, he needed to cum inside you. Right now. You weren't empty for long as he swiftly pulled you back on him by the hips, hissing as your still pulsing pussy enveloped his sensitive tip.
"Ugh, Miles!" you squeaked in relief as he filled you once more. You were trembling uncontrollably, body shaking on his cock, panting through the pleasure thrumming in your veins, eyes still lost in crossed bliss.
"That's my girl" he praised, bucking up to meet your spasms, his own release building. "Squirtin' so pretty for me, fuck, that pussy is perfect. You're perfect, sugar"
Quaritch roared then, his cock pulsing strongly against your cervix, unleashing rope after rope of thick cum, flooding your pussy until your hole overflowed with the sheer amount of it, white streams leaking over his abdomen with each thrust.
It was so much, excessive, and messy just how you liked it, his seed painting your insides and marking you utterly as his.
He kept thrusting through it, prolonging his orgasm to make sure he filled you with every last drop to satisfy every craving your womb had during your heat so it could finally die down.
You both panted in the aftershocks of your orgasms, your thighs shaking poorly. Boneless, you fell forward, not being able to support your own weight on your legs any longer. He cought you gently, laying you against his sweaty chest, though it felt cooling when your cheeks were pressed to his skin, a sigh escaping you.
When the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears faded away and you could grasp a thought that wasn't just about Quaritch fucking you, you cringed. His cum was dripping out of you, but you were too lazy to move a muscle. Not that you even could. Your muscles were sore like they hadn't been in a long time, the joints in your knees aching faintly.
Quaritch eased you into the nest of fur blankets next to him so he could sit up and slowly bend your legs. Your knees had been locked up in the same angled position for a while and the least thing he could do was give you a little massage to ease the pain.
His thumb dug into the tendons of your calves, triggering points to relief tension. You practically melted into the pillows. "You feelin' alright, Sugar?" he asked you like he hadn't just fucked the living daylights out of you.
"Never better" you muttered sleepily, your eyes at the brink of closing. You felt warm, your heart full amongst other things and oh, how perfect this evening would be if you could cuddle up against him and fall asleep.
Seemed like you weren't gonna get to the cuddling part, at least not concious. Just a minute later, when Quaritgh looked back up at you, the lights were out. Your mouth was opened in a soft snore, your nose scrunched softly. It warmed his heart, something he hadn't thought was possible with all the shit he had witnessed and done in his lifetime, blue or not.
He cleaned up both of you, not wanting you to wake up feeling sticky and gross, before joining you in bed, pulling your sleeping body against his side with a kiss to your temple.
Quaritch played gently with your kuru behind your back, the smooth braid wrapped around his palm until he, too, fell asleep.
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Damn I have to stop writing shit like this until 3 am😭 im literally so tired rn guys I hope everything makes sense. Please comment, write me a book, its the only thing keeping me alive atp. Good night <3
I have a request. This is my first time but k love your stories. Okay what if reader is 23 and she is the secret Blossom daughter anyways she is also dating FP and she gets super jealous of Alice (who I’m sorry don’t like) anyways what if she gets down and sees maybe FP would do better without her but he changes her mind? With some smut?!! Hehehe ahh I’m so excited
I am so sorry this took so long 😭 I so forgot about it, I'm so sorry hun!!! (Also dw I totally hated Alice too) (Also I totally forgot about the Blossom's secret child so idk how they treated them, I ain't watched the show in a bit so just pretend I added that to the story) also it became MOSTLY SMUT tbh
F!reader x FP Jones
Alice Cooper was highly unlikable. Always being around FP because of her daughter and his son was one thing, the way she constantly nagged everyone else was another reason. But you didn't need many reasons to dislike her, your first reason was well enough. She was always around your man FP. At first it was a mild annoyance, and soon it was every second.
So you decided you felt stupid. You kept your distance from FP, you were absolutely downed, thinking about breaking up with him so he could go date Alice, it made sense after all, you were a bit young. Keeping your distance worked well at first, for the first two days he was too busy to notice, but after a while he was calling all the time, showing up unexpectedly, he was trying to find out what was wrong. "Honey, you gotta talk to me, you can't hide forever." He mumbled while he was standing in front of you at your job. "I'm not hiding, nothing's going on, go spend time with Alice."
Okay, so maybe your sadness and insecurity fronted themselves as anger. You had snapped at him and he looked like a kicked puppy for a second before his eyes glimmered with recognition. "Oh, dear, is that what's wrong?" You just turn to the clock, hoping to check the time until you leave. "Five minutes." FP says quickly, already knowing you well enough. "And as soon as you're clocked out you're coming home with me."
And so with barely any room to argue, that's exactly what happened, once you clocked out he took you home with him. You felt absolutely stupid, sitting on the edge of his bed while he stood in front of you, looking down at you. "Look, i-" you couldn't even finish, as he quickly sank to his knees right in front of you. "No." He said quickly pressing a kiss to your right leg. "No?" You asked and he nodded, kissing further up your leg, gently spreading your legs before sucking a hickey into your inner thigh.
"Yes, I said no." He turned his attention to your other leg, kissing, licking, and nipping hickeys into your pretty skin. "You don't even know what I was about to say." Your sentence comes out breathy, stutter filled as you try your best to not become absolutely soaked at the sight before you. He just looks up at you for a moment before speaking, "I know exactly what you were gonna say," his tone is harsh, strict, and absolutely sexy, "it was gonna be about Alice, and I don't wanna hear it."
His tone alone has you ready to give up your endeavors, he stands up in front of you however and you decide to keep pushing. "FP-" you're quickly cut off again, his rough lips against yours, hands roughly grabbing at your hips. "No more talking." He mumbles against your lips. You again decided to push your luck, leaning back to protest but the second you even tried to speak he gently pushed you down onto the bed. "No more talking." He repeats, tone much more strict than before, if it's even possible it made you wetter too. "Now, do I gotta fuck this little idea out of your head or are you a smart girl who can get rid of it yourself?" That was a comment no one else could possibly get away with, but FP was different, his condescending tone was something laced with sweetness somehow.
"Need your help." You mumbled, and he smiled, hands gently rubbing your thigh. "Good girl." Was his reply, leaning down to kiss you as his hand slowly travelled up your leg. It went past your inner thigh and slowly his fingers pressed against your panties, the wet fabric making him smile as he pushed them aside, fingers teasing your clit. "Good girl, so ready for me." He praised, slowly sinking two fingers into you, watching your nose scrunch in pleasure as you let out small whines. He continued to plunge his fingers in and out of you, watching you moan beneath him. "Good girl, look at your pretty face, the only face I wanna see."
He sped up his fingers, making you let out a high pitched squeal of pleasure. "There it is, oh, that's my favorite sound. Something no one else could achieve." You couldn't even reply, on the brink of crying at his praise, he was slowly making the insecurity fall away. Who else could ever imagine he'd be in love with another woman while he's saying such things about you? And soon you feel that coil snap, and you hear more praise. "Oh, just dirtying my fingers, aren't ya? Mhm, doing so good." He coos, praise making your head spin as his fingers come up and he sucks your juices off of them like the sweetest nectar.
"Think you can handle anymore?" Always the gentleman, making sure you're ready for him completely. Making sure to give you time, you nod and he smiles softly. Taking off your panties completely he flips your skirt up, looking down at the prettiness that is you, leaning down to kiss you once more before leaning back again, undoing his belt.
That had been hours ago, he was still plunging into you, moaning at your tight walls around him. "Good girl, my only girl, only girl I want." You whined at such words, face buried in a pillow while he held your hips up to fuck you from behind. "Taking me so good, the only girl that could take me this good" he praised. "Only girl that could make me want you this much, only girl so irresistible." His praises were mixed with your whined of pleasure, his small grunts of pleasure. He finished with one thrust, filling you up, smiling down at your shaking form.
"Good girl." He praised sweetly, kissing your shoulder, pulling out and laying you in a more comfortable position. "My girl, my only girl." He praised, peppering soft kisses across your face. "Ready to give up your silly idea?" You nodded, cuddling against him and laying your face against his chest. "Yeah, it was really stupid anyway." He smiled broadly, "ain't that the truth." He kissed you once more before you fell asleep. Happy and content in the arms of a man who you were now certain, was yours and only yours.
The music was so loud that you could hear it outside of the bar. Beer, sweat, and laughter filled the atmosphere. All the patrons in the bar were here for the same thing as you, an escape from the real world. Alcohol and the vibrations of the bass flowed through your veins. You bellied up to the bar for another drink and rejoined your group of friends. Y'all danced and conversed the night away, empty cups scattered across the table. Engaged in deep conversation with Dawn about who knows because alcohol made your brain a little fuzzy and you were just nodding your head along to what she was saying.
It wasn't until the opening notes of y'all favorite song that got you up off your feet and pushing your way up to the bar. Carefully Mags, climbed up on the bar and assisted the rest of your group up on the bar. With the 5 of you, all up on the bar danced away your inhibitions and let the music flow thru your body. You were so lost in your own bubble that you didn't know that someone was watching you.
Entering the bar following behind his group of friends. He noticed the women dancing on top of the bar. His eyes were instantly drawn to one of them. His eyes raked over your body from the boots on your feet to your hips swaying to the beat of the music, his eyes stayed on your hips for a beat or two until he continued his journey up to your face. His feet began to make their way to the bar before the rest of his body caught up with him. He was memorized by your movements, the bartender had to snap him out of his trance to get his drink order from him. Soon enough after dancing to two songs on the bar you & your friends were getting tired from being up there. They all made their way off the bar and you were the last one to get down, just struggling a bit. He made his way towards you and reached out his hand to you. You took his hand and carefully got down from the bar.
Unknowing to you, your hand was very much still holding on to his, you turned to face him, “Thank you so much.” You spoke. “No problem pretty lady.” He replied back. A light pink blush rose on your cheeks. “I'm Wally by the way.” He said. You replied back with your name and then realized that you were still holding his hand and withdrew yours quickly. An awkward laugh follows while stammering out an apology. You glanced around the bar to see if you could spot your friends but had no luck. Wally noticed the disappointment on your face. He was debating in his hand on what he should say, “How about a dance, little lady and maybe you can find your friends.” He said.
Your eyes light up at that and you nod your head at his words, but before he drags you to the dance floor he gets two shots from the bar offering one to you. You both slam it down on the bar top before shooting it back. Your face scrunched and your head shook a little bit from the burning taste of alcohol.
After that Wally took your hand in his again and made his way to the dance floor with you in tow. Once the two of you made your way to the floor, you started to lose yourself to the beat of the music. Wally was playing it cool, just keeping his eyes on you. It wasn't until you invaded his personal space that he started to loosen up. He spun you around and when you spun back into him you were pressed up against him back to chest. Wally swallowed hard. You sink into his embrace as his hands flew to your hips as he drew you closer to him.
Your hips were swaying to the beat of the song currently blasting throughout the bar. Your ass brushed right against his semi-hard on. Wally's breathing had become more strained and his brain had short-circuited. He was semi-hard when he first stopped you on top of the bar and it was probably a whole hell of a lot worse now that the two of you are pressed up against each other.
He was having an internal battle in his head if he should pull you away from his front, but you didn't give off any signs that you were uncomfortable. So he just shook that thought out of his head and continued to grip your hips. It wasn't until you turned around in his arms that he noticed that your eyes were a bit darker than earlier and that lust was swimming in them. He was waiting for your next move with bated breath. Your hand reached up to his cowboy hat and you carefully plucked it off his head and put it on yours. A light chuckle came from your lips and pride covered your face.
Wally swallowed hard and moved closer to you. He bent down to your ear and said “You know what happens when you take the hat off of a cowboy?” You looked up at him and shook your head no. His eyes darkened and he grasped your hand hard and started pulling you out of the crowd and the bar. “Wait, wait, slow down.” You tried to say while being dragged along, but Wally wasn't listening and kept trudging towards the exit. Cool, crispy air hit your face once you left the bar and noticed that you were in the parking lot. Wally had a one track mind and boy was he on a mission. You wanted to say something, but you were a little scared to try because of how determined he seemed.
It wasn't until you finally made it to his truck that he let go of your hand. You flexed your fingers from being in his grip. The truck door in front of you swung open and Wally nodded his head for you to get in. You climbed in the back seat of his truck and while you were getting in you felt a sharp stinging sensation on your bottom. You turned your head over your shoulder and locked eyes with him. Wally had a shit eating grin on his face proud of what he did. Once he knew that you were safely in, he followed right behind you. He sat comfortably in the seat and patted his lap for you to sit on. You crawled across the seat to get closer and sit on his lap. He adjusted the two of you so you were both comfortable.
You both were a little nervous to make their first move and tension filled the air of the truck. Your eyes darted between his big brown cow eyes and luscious pink lips. You slowly lean towards him and your lips lock in a kiss with his. Panic courses through your veins and you stop to murmur “I'm sorry, are you sure you…. Your words were cut off by him kissing you deeper this time answering your question. The atmosphere turned heated in the back seat and you were quickly running out of oxygen. You break the kiss to catch your breath, rapidly gasping for air. “Fuck, that was so hot.” Wally huskily replied. A scarlet blush covered your entire face and you brought your hands up to your face in an attempt to cover it, but Wally immediately stopped your hands from doing so. “None of that.” He said. He pulled you back into him and began kissing your neck. A light moan escaped from your lips and you could feel him smiling into your skin. He continued to kiss down your neck, and he sunk his teeth into your neck. A louder moan flew out and he soothed the bite with his tongue.
After leaving love bites on your neck, he moved into an upright position again. His hands crept up your top and you untied the crop flannel you were wearing. “Fuck darlin’, no bra.” He groaned at the view. Your hands slide under the hem of his button-up so he can follow suit and your jaw drops. “Close your mouth darlin’, you're gonna attract flies.” He teased and shut your jaw. A pout graced your lips afterwards and his chuckle filled the air. “I'm sorry sugar, I'm just messing with you.” He muses and his fingers trace up and down your thighs. Two can play this game you thought in your head while you rolled your hips just to get back at him. His breath hitched and his hands gripped your hips rough. “You're playing a dangerous game sweetheart.” He spoke. Again you rolled your hips and his grip got tighter. “I warned you darlin’” He gritted through his teeth and one hand flew to the front of your denim shorts and popped open the button. He pushed you back on his legs so he could pull the shorts off you. Once that part was done, he popped open the button of his jeans shimmed them down his hips, and pulled his boxer down.
His cock was hard and the tip was an angry red dripping with pre-cum. Your eyes widened a bit when seeing his cock slap against his stomach. Wally's just staring right at you with one of his hands wrapped around his dick stroking it. “Like what you see.” He cockily spoke. You gulped and nodded your head, not trusting your voice right now. He smirked and his free hand slipped in front of your panties. He starts to rub your clit and move his fingers over your slit. He repeated this action until he seemed satisfied. He never stopped stroking himself while doing this. Your breathing got heavier and moans started spilling from your lips. You whined when he stopped, but his fingers wrapped around the hem of your panties and tugged them down your legs. “Now you're gonna find out what happens when you take a cowboy hat darlin',” He says.
His hands went under your butt to hold you over him while he lined up his cock with your entrance. Letting his cock head rub between your folds and he finally sinks you down on his dick. Wally was completely seated in you and moans ripped from your lips. The two of you sat there for a moment to adjust and you felt extremely full. Teeny tiny whines spilled from your lips and Wally face had the biggest grin spread on it. “Ready to see if you can last longer than 8 seconds?” He teased and boy did that light a fire under you. You began to roll your hips against his just to test the waters and the groan that followed told you that you made the right decision. Your hips began to lift up and down slowly at the start and you placed your hands on his shoulder.
With the motion, you began to pick up the pace while riding him hard. Wally's hat that was still on your head gets knocked off while you drop back down on him. He reached behind you, placing the hat back on your head and a smile broke out on his face. Your face heated up from his intense stare and million-dollar watt smile. He laughed and apologized “Sorry sweetheart, but you are absolutely stunning in my hat.” You blushed even harder now and he continued to laugh. His hands went to your hips and gave them a firm squeeze. You started up again and your nails left crescent moons in his skin.
Wally hisses out at feeling, but he enjoyed the sting from it. He planted his feet firmly on the ground and began bucking his hips up into you. Your lips reconnect in wet sloppy kisses full of teeth clashing. Moans, groans and panting filled the truck and the lack of oxygen doubled. With the steady pace you maintained your walls clenched against him, your breath hitching with his every thrust. Wally took that as a sign you were getting closer to the edge. He stilled your hips and began to speed up his movements. Whispers of curses came tumbling out of your mouth and that just fueled him to keep going.
You were clenching down harder on him and whines of “Wally, I'm so fucking close.” filed the whole truck. That spurred him even more and one of his hands leaves your hip and goes to your clit. He began rubbing tight circles on your clit while thrusting into you. His cockhead repeatedly hit your g-spot over and over again. With one particular harsh trust sent you over the edge and you threw your head back, eyes flew shut, and cried out his name while cumming hard on his cock.
He groaned at the feeling of you clenching down on him. He felt himself getting closer and started back up his harsh trust. You whined out from sensitivity. “I know sugar, I know. I'm almost there.” He stated and you pathetically nodded your head. Four, or five more harsh trusts and he holds you down on the last trust and spills himself inside of your cunt. Which in turn triggers another orgasm out of you. The both of you moan out at the feeling. You felt a wet sensation in between your thighs and you looked down to see what it was and noticed that Wally also had some on his stomach. “Well, I be damned. Looks like you're a squirter darlin’” He laughed around and you buried your face into his chest to hide the burning of your face. “No need to be embarrassed hun, that's hot.” He attempted to reassure you, but it didn't help one bit.
Still, in his arms, he carefully removed his hat from your head and placed it next to you. You didn't couldn't move nor did you want to. One of his arms snaked around your waist, while the other stroked your back. Your breathing started to even out and he just kept you in his arms not wanting to let go just yet.
Once you felt like your breathing was back to normal, you lifted yourself up to study his face. You were analyzing everything from the small single details of his face from the long lashes that framed his baby cow eyes to the beauty marks scattered across his face. This went on for a moment or two and Wally was getting ready to say something until he saw a smile painted on your face and a giggle to follow, “Safe to say I lasted longer than 8 seconds.” A smile broke out on his face and laughter filled the atmosphere. He pulled you back into his arms holding you close and placing kisses in your hair. You could feel the vibrations of his laughter, “You sure did darlin’” He spoke.
Enjoy this, check out: Spend time between the holidays
Summary: A holiday sex joke, if your left leg was Thanksgiving and your right leg was Christmas, I wouldn't mind spending time between the holidays.
I DON’T GIVE A FUCK WHAT POLITIC VIEW YOU GOT, BUT THIS MAN DID NOT DESERVE TO DIE HE’S STILL HUMAN. YOU ARE SICK IF YOUR HAPPY A FATHER/ SON/ HUSBAND HAS JUST DIED. FUCK YOU IF YOU GET MAD, I GOT FREEDOM OF SPEAK. MAY THIS MAN REST IN PEACE, BECAUSE HE DESERVES TO GO TO HEAVEN. DON’T HATE ON HIM BECAUSE YOUR SATANIC OR MENTALLY ILL.
MAY YOU REST IN PEACE CHARLIE KIRK. I LOVE YOU AND HOPE GOD BLESSES YOU.
