just saying.....skoro porucznik szymon duch potrafi wóz do wału wpędzic....przypał z granatnikiem na komendzie (2022) brzmi jak coś w stylu jego stylu....thoughts?
Thoughts and prayers
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Johnny soap *goes to sleep*
The lieutenant next door:
Video title: „A big fucking blast from a 3-pound cannon in the Kłodzko Fortress”
OK, I'm sure this has probably been said before, but it struck me that if Vulpes ever really wanted to show any kind of affection for someone it would probably be like a cat bringing you a dead bird.
Vulpes: *throws a Ranger helmet at your feet and gives you a broad, creepy grin*
me, vibrating out of my skin : hey can I talk to you about this piece of media real quick? I pinky promise I'll be So Normal about it, like there's no reason to be concerned that this will turn into a three hour long monologue. Like I Prommy that I'm not gonna be a freak about it.
Content: Thomas Hewitt x fem!reader; smut (morning sex, vaginal fingering, p in v); 18+ MDNI
Mornings start with a soft press of his lips to your shoulder.
No matter which position you find yourself waking up in, it is always the first thing you feel. The kiss is so soft that it tickles and you can never pretend that you are asleep for much longer. Tommy won’t let you because the first kiss is always followed by another and another and another. So many kisses that you can’t hold back your giggles, not when he reaches the ticklish spot by your ear.
You think that is the very reason he does it.
A heavy, tanned arm wraps around your front, dragging you across the mattress until you are met with the soft chest of your husband. He is warm against your back, familiar, welcome.
Tommy’s large hand closes around your breast and squeezes. His lips return to your neck but they are less soft now. If you do not pay attention you will have to wear your turtleneck again. Paying attention, however, is hampered by his other hand sneaking down your belly and dipping between your legs.
“Good morning,” you whisper, still quite hazy from sleep.
He responds with a soft grunt.
The bright light streaming in through the curtained windows tells you it is rather late already. Your eyes flutter closed the moment his thick fingers slide between your folds, though. He rubs you gently, waking up your body with the tingles of carefully built pleasure. You can feel his larger hips shifting forward as well, his cock growing hard against the small of your back, and suddenly getting up is the last thing on your mind.
By now you are customarily late for breakfast.
You gasp when his finger probes further down, slipping into you effortlessly. He adds a second digit soon after. Even so he remains unhurried, taking his time to gift you the sweetest strokes, the gradual build-up of warmth and desire you both know is the most rewarding. The rhythm of your bodies is slow, like a dance to an old love ballad, but soon your moans grow louder and you roll your hips into his hand with impatience. Your peak draws near and his other hand knowingly rolls your nipple between his fingers, lips pressed firmly to your neck. The touch is enough to take you to the release you so crave. You keen and shiver in his arms as it tears through you, one hand grasping at his bicep and the other buried in the sheets.
“Tommy-” you whimper and you hear him let out a raspy chuckle at your breathless voice.
It is evident that he enjoys showing you how good he can make you feel. That it pleases him to worship you whenever an opportunity arises. Mornings in bed are drawn-out, nights short and sleepless.
Thomas gives you a mere moment to breathe before his hand releases your breast and cradles your cheek instead. He gently turns your head, thumb pressed to the tender underside of your jaw and his lips descent with an impatient hunger. You bury your hand in his brown curls, one of your favorite things to do, and he groans when you tug at his strands.
Slow as your mornings begin, they quickly turn sensual and needy. His other hand grabs your thigh and opens you for him, spreading you apart. You can feel his thick cock hard against your wet cunt, an anticipatory whimper leaving your throat. Thomas slowly pushes into you, making sure to avoid any discomfort you might feel before he finds a more satisfying pace. Your limbs are still tangled in the sheets, every movement bringing forth a symphony of mewls and whimpers from you and the rhythmic sound of skin meeting skin.
Kisses deepen, lips swell and your bodies move in perfect sync. You feel the warm tingles spreading into every corner of your insides, his softer groans and your higher moans drowning out the world around you until all you know is him. You are still oversensitive from the first release of the day he’d given you and when you come the second time the pleasure feels like liquid fire in your veins. You hiccup as he picks up his pace with you still tight around him, prolonging the sensation. Then he suddenly stills, smothering a deep moan with an uncoordinated kiss. You feel his release warm inside of you and smile.
As the world comes back into view, you begin to stroke his hair and lace your fingers with his. He smiles lovingly down at you, satisfied, then kisses you again with less insistence. His arm once again wraps around your middle, pulling you close while his lips stay firmly planted on yours. His chest is damp and your own body feels hot as well.
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