Hi! I'm Anna, 23. I like TWD, Criminal Minds, The Pitt, The Bear and Shameless. Currently also obsessed with One Piece (anime and live-action). I love cats, berries and the color purple. Lets be friends! ♡
English is not my first language, so my writing can be imperfect;)
“What’s this, love?” You ask Daryl, looking at the gift he gave you out of nowhere. It’s shaped like a flat box and has another box attached to it.
“Don’t ask questions, just open it already.” He smirks at you.
You don’t ask further questions and open the flat box first.
“Oh my god…” you look at him and he smiles at you. “Baby, this is so amazing.” You say excitedly while looking at the CD player box.
“Open the big one now.” He smirks and you do. There are many CD’s by your favourite artist and many of which you don’t know.
“Baby, this is absolutely amazing…” you say, throwing yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his face all over. “Why did you gift this to me? Is it some kind of special day today?” You smirk.
“For no reason, you just deserve it and I’m tired of Rick stealing his CD player back while you’re listening to it, you deserve your own.” He says, blush creeping up his neck.
“Aww Dar, that’s absolutely adorable. Thank you, it means a lot to me.” You say. “You know I love you so much right?”
Now you spend all your days listening to your favourite songs and songs that you haven’t listened to but now love. You and Daryl love to have listening parties whenever he brings you a new CD after each run.
“Ugh, what the hell babe, why are you so cold.” Daryl complains once you get into the bed and cling onto him like a koala, putting your feet in between his thighs and your hands underneath his shirt, right on his tummy. As winter came, the prison became a sort of refrigerator, the cement walls containing all of the winter freezing air inside, making it colder inside than outside.
“Baby, warm me, it’s really cold…” you giggle, teasing him. Daryl always ran hot, he was like an oven even in the cold temperatures, so you always took advantage of it, stealing his warm sweaters and being very close to him at all times, in bed and outside.
“It’s you who’s wearing a tiny top and thong. If you’re so cold, dress warmer.” He teases you. You know he’s joking and loves it when you wear almost nothing to bed with him.
“I know you love it silly.” You say, kissing his lips.
“You know me so well. I can warm you up in other ways…” Daryl jokes, not really, tucking your face into his neck, feeling you inhale his motor oil and cigarette smell. Meanwhile he has your hair up in his nose, your smell intoxicating him. “You smell so good, I want you.” He says, pushing his hand down to your ass, moving it towards his dick, groaning when you start to rub your barely clothed cunt on his soft, starting to grow, bulge.
“Oh, why so soft huh?” You joke. “Can’t get it up, you old man?” You say giggling after feeling a sharp slap on your ass.
“I’ll show you how old I am.” He says, squeezing your ass hard and slamming his face into yours, tongues intertwining, interchanging saliva. He tastes like cigarettes and you love it. “You have to be quiet baby, can’t have others hear us.” He says into your mouth, knowing damn well everyone has already heard you fucking so many times that they moved you to the furthest and most isolated cell of the block. “Will you be quiet for me?”
“Mmhh...” You mumble an affirmative response into his mouth.
“Say it, baby.” He demands, separating himself from you, leaving an empty and cold space.
“Yes.” You say, whining from the loss of contact.
“That’s my girl.” He says, laying on his back. “Ride me baby, since you’re so cold, work for it.” He smirks, putting his hands behind his head, flexing those muscles you love so much.
You whine but get on top of him. He’s rock hard underneath you, making a mess in his boxers.
You push yourself down on his covered bulge, both of you moaning at the much needed contact, and start rocking back and forth.
“That’s it my girl, doing so well for daddy.” He says, shoving his middle and ring fingers into your mouth, wetting them and then placing them on your ass to play with your thong string, pulling it to the side to reveal your asshole. His wet fingers find that little tight spot and press on it.
“Oh…” you whine. You quickly pull off him to see a wet patch on his grey boxers, not knowing if it’s his or your wetness on there, maybe both. You pull his boxers down and pull your panties to the side.
“Spit.” You demand Daryl, who obliges and spits into your open hand. You rub his spit on his cock and line yourself on him. Pushing down, your head and eyes roll back from pleasure. “Yes, so big.” You say, trying to bounce faster.
“You’re doing to well baby.” He says, helping you by holding onto your ass cheeks and pushing you up and down. Meanwhile, his fingers re-find that tight hole and start pushing in. “This ok?” He asks, pushing his finger deeper into you, you nod.
“Feels so good, daddy.” You say, drool falling onto his chest while you speak.
His finger goes all the way in, a second one following.
“Yes, yes…” you moan, going faster.
Daryl pulls your tank top down, revealing your tits, and buries his face in them, sucking one and then another while his other hand plays slightly with your clit and that’s when you come. The orgasm so hard your vision goes blank and you’re squirting.
“Such a good baby, you’re doing so well.” He praises you once you’ve come down from your high. As you look down, you see his lower part being covered in all types of bodily fluids. You instantly blush and hide in his neck. “Don’t you dare hide from me now, I’ve seen and touched all of you. That was the hottest thing you’ve ever done. We should do this more often.” He says and you giggle.
“Now I’m all warmed up thanks to you.” You say and kiss him on the mouth.
HEADLOCK: he knows you’re obsessed with his military and ER trained arms, so why not wrap one of them around your neck and choke you while he fucks you? You love it when you feel him soooo deep in you from behind, your back wet and sticky with sweat against his chest, one of his hands on your clit, rubbing dedicated circles and applying just enough pressure to make you go crazy. That with the way he has his big, buffed up arm wrapped around your neck, applying pressure to make you a bit dizzy, feeling everything 10x more intense. You hold and scratch his big muscles until you cum hard, soaking his cock with your juices.
COWGIRL: he loves seeing his girl bouncing up and down on his cock. When his leg hurts, you get to work. Getting on top of him, you center his hard cock to your entrance and push down painfully slow for both of you. You start bouncing faster and harder, holding onto his chest, squeezing his pecks. Meanwhile, he holds onto your ass and helps you bounce, flexing those hard arm muscles. Once in a while you stop with him still inside and grind your clit into his salt and pepper haired base, making you both moan. He loves it when you’ve already come once or twice and have no more energy to bounce, so you lay on his chest while he pounds into you from beneath while you drool on his chest and neck.
EATING YOU OUT: he’s just a starved man that loves to eat his girl out from behind, giving each hole a bit of love. He starts by licking from your clit to your ass hole a bunch of times, leaving you wetter than you were before. Then he continues by giving your clit and holes some love, sucking, biting, tongue fucking, spitting… name it and he’s probably done it to you.
“Jackie, can you fill my water bottle, pretty please?” You beg him from the sofa as he does things in the kitchen. You don’t even need to tell him again, he’s already coming to grab the water bottle, giving you a kiss on the lips and going to fill the massive water bottle with cold water and one ice (that’s how you like it, and he knows it). When he comes back, you tangle your pretty and manicured fingers through his curls and kiss his lips “thank you Jackie, wanna make out?” You ask him with a smirk. He of course, does want to.
Even when he’s bone tired after his shift, he goes and buys you breakfast takeout from your favourite yogurt bowl and iced coffee from your favourite place. He knows you deserve to be treated like a princess.
He loves it when you style him for an event or a date. He loves to see your concentration face, thinking about what clothes are going to match. You make him try so many options on, it’s ridiculous, but he loves to see your happy face when you’ve found THE outfit. He almost always gets a makeout session after, because you just find him so hot in the clothes you picked out.
You always try to match his outfit, whether it’s the colour or the pattern, or sometimes you buy the same item of clothing for him and for you. You always take so many mirror pictures with him and the matching outfit.
You’re always attached to his hand, your hand is always in his, fingers intertwined. His calloused and big fingers feel rough against your manicured ones, but you love the sensation and how he feels secure.
You call him all types of nicknames, which, for an almost fifty year old might be kinda cringe, but he loves it. He loves it when you call him “Jackie” or “Baby” in public, “Teddy bear” when cuddling, “Big boy” in bed. He loved it when you call him new nicknames now and then, it makes you both giggle, but you always stick to the same ones.
Sometimes you slap his ass. He doesn’t mind at all.
You always help him clean his amputation site after a long shift. He makes it seem like he doesn’t want you to, but deep down he loves to feel your soft hands on his leg instead of his calloused ones. At the end of the cleaning and applying lotion, you always kiss the site.
“Jackie, can you fill my water bottle, pretty please?” You beg him from the sofa as he does things in the kitchen. You don’t even need to tell him again, he’s already coming to grab the water bottle, giving you a kiss on the lips and going to fill the massive water bottle with cold water and one ice (that’s how you like it, and he knows it). When he comes back, you tangle your pretty and manicured fingers through his curls and kiss his lips “thank you Jackie, wanna make out?” You ask him with a smirk. He of course, does want to.
Even when he’s bone tired after his shift, he goes and buys you breakfast takeout from your favourite yogurt bowl and iced coffee from your favourite place. He knows you deserve to be treated like a princess.
He loves it when you style him for an event or a date. He loves to see your concentration face, thinking about what clothes are going to match. You make him try so many options on, it’s ridiculous, but he loves to see your happy face when you’ve found THE outfit. He almost always gets a makeout session after, because you just find him so hot in the clothes you picked out.
You always try to match his outfit, whether it’s the colour or the pattern, or sometimes you buy the same item of clothing for him and for you. You always take so many mirror pictures with him and the matching outfit.
You’re always attached to his hand, your hand is always in his, fingers intertwined. His calloused and big fingers feel rough against your manicured ones, but you love the sensation and how he feels secure.
You call him all types of nicknames, which, for an almost fifty year old might be kinda cringe, but he loves it. He loves it when you call him “Jackie” or “Baby” in public, “Teddy bear” when cuddling, “Big boy” in bed. He loved it when you call him new nicknames now and then, it makes you both giggle, but you always stick to the same ones.
Sometimes you slap his ass. He doesn’t mind at all.
You always help him clean his amputation site after a long shift. He makes it seem like he doesn’t want you to, but deep down he loves to feel your soft hands on his leg instead of his calloused ones. At the end of the cleaning and applying lotion, you always kiss the site.
“Ugh, what the hell babe, why are you so cold.” Daryl complains once you get into the bed and cling onto him like a koala, putting your feet in between his thighs and your hands underneath his shirt, right on his tummy. As winter came, the prison became a sort of refrigerator, the cement walls containing all of the winter freezing air inside, making it colder inside than outside.
“Baby, warm me, it’s really cold…” you giggle, teasing him. Daryl always ran hot, he was like an oven even in the cold temperatures, so you always took advantage of it, stealing his warm sweaters and being very close to him at all times, in bed and outside.
“It’s you who’s wearing a tiny top and thong. If you’re so cold, dress warmer.” He teases you. You know he’s joking and loves it when you wear almost nothing to bed with him.
“I know you love it silly.” You say, kissing his lips.
“You know me so well. I can warm you up in other ways…” Daryl jokes, not really, tucking your face into his neck, feeling you inhale his motor oil and cigarette smell. Meanwhile he has your hair up in his nose, your smell intoxicating him. “You smell so good, I want you.” He says, pushing his hand down to your ass, moving it towards his dick, groaning when you start to rub your barely clothed cunt on his soft, starting to grow, bulge.
“Oh, why so soft huh?” You joke. “Can’t get it up, you old man?” You say giggling after feeling a sharp slap on your ass.
“I’ll show you how old I am.” He says, squeezing your ass hard and slamming his face into yours, tongues intertwining, interchanging saliva. He tastes like cigarettes and you love it. “You have to be quiet baby, can’t have others hear us.” He says into your mouth, knowing damn well everyone has already heard you fucking so many times that they moved you to the furthest and most isolated cell of the block. “Will you be quiet for me?”
“Mmhh...” You mumble an affirmative response into his mouth.
“Say it, baby.” He demands, separating himself from you, leaving an empty and cold space.
“Yes.” You say, whining from the loss of contact.
“That’s my girl.” He says, laying on his back. “Ride me baby, since you’re so cold, work for it.” He smirks, putting his hands behind his head, flexing those muscles you love so much.
You whine but get on top of him. He’s rock hard underneath you, making a mess in his boxers.
You push yourself down on his covered bulge, both of you moaning at the much needed contact, and start rocking back and forth.
“That’s it my girl, doing so well for daddy.” He says, shoving his middle and ring fingers into your mouth, wetting them and then placing them on your ass to play with your thong string, pulling it to the side to reveal your asshole. His wet fingers find that little tight spot and press on it.
“Oh…” you whine. You quickly pull off him to see a wet patch on his grey boxers, not knowing if it’s his or your wetness on there, maybe both. You pull his boxers down and pull your panties to the side.
“Spit.” You demand Daryl, who obliges and spits into your open hand. You rub his spit on his cock and line yourself on him. Pushing down, your head and eyes roll back from pleasure. “Yes, so big.” You say, trying to bounce faster.
“You’re doing to well baby.” He says, helping you by holding onto your ass cheeks and pushing you up and down. Meanwhile, his fingers re-find that tight hole and start pushing in. “This ok?” He asks, pushing his finger deeper into you, you nod.
“Feels so good, daddy.” You say, drool falling onto his chest while you speak.
His finger goes all the way in, a second one following.
“Yes, yes…” you moan, going faster.
Daryl pulls your tank top down, revealing your tits, and buries his face in them, sucking one and then another while his other hand plays slightly with your clit and that’s when you come. The orgasm so hard your vision goes blank and you’re squirting.
“Such a good baby, you’re doing so well.” He praises you once you’ve come down from your high. As you look down, you see his lower part being covered in all types of bodily fluids. You instantly blush and hide in his neck. “Don’t you dare hide from me now, I’ve seen and touched all of you. That was the hottest thing you’ve ever done. We should do this more often.” He says and you giggle.
“Now I’m all warmed up thanks to you.” You say and kiss him on the mouth.
“Ugh, what the hell babe, why are you so cold.” Daryl complains once you get into the bed and cling onto him like a koala, putting your feet in between his thighs and your hands underneath his shirt, right on his tummy. As winter came, the prison became a sort of refrigerator, the cement walls containing all of the winter freezing air inside, making it colder inside than outside.
“Baby, warm me, it’s really cold…” you giggle, teasing him. Daryl always ran hot, he was like an oven even in the cold temperatures, so you always took advantage of it, stealing his warm sweaters and being very close to him at all times, in bed and outside.
“It’s you who’s wearing a tiny top and thong. If you’re so cold, dress warmer.” He teases you. You know he’s joking and loves it when you wear almost nothing to bed with him.
“I know you love it silly.” You say, kissing his lips.
“You know me so well. I can warm you up in other ways…” Daryl jokes, not really, tucking your face into his neck, feeling you inhale his motor oil and cigarette smell. Meanwhile he has your hair up in his nose, your smell intoxicating him. “You smell so good, I want you.” He says, pushing his hand down to your ass, moving it towards his dick, groaning when you start to rub your barely clothed cunt on his soft, starting to grow, bulge.
“Oh, why so soft huh?” You joke. “Can’t get it up, you old man?” You say giggling after feeling a sharp slap on your ass.
“I’ll show you how old I am.” He says, squeezing your ass hard and slamming his face into yours, tongues intertwining, interchanging saliva. He tastes like cigarettes and you love it. “You have to be quiet baby, can’t have others hear us.” He says into your mouth, knowing damn well everyone has already heard you fucking so many times that they moved you to the furthest and most isolated cell of the block. “Will you be quiet for me?”
“Mmhh...” You mumble an affirmative response into his mouth.
“Say it, baby.” He demands, separating himself from you, leaving an empty and cold space.
“Yes.” You say, whining from the loss of contact.
“That’s my girl.” He says, laying on his back. “Ride me baby, since you’re so cold, work for it.” He smirks, putting his hands behind his head, flexing those muscles you love so much.
You whine but get on top of him. He’s rock hard underneath you, making a mess in his boxers.
You push yourself down on his covered bulge, both of you moaning at the much needed contact, and start rocking back and forth.
“That’s it my girl, doing so well for daddy.” He says, shoving his middle and ring fingers into your mouth, wetting them and then placing them on your ass to play with your thong string, pulling it to the side to reveal your asshole. His wet fingers find that little tight spot and press on it.
“Oh…” you whine. You quickly pull off him to see a wet patch on his grey boxers, not knowing if it’s his or your wetness on there, maybe both. You pull his boxers down and pull your panties to the side.
“Spit.” You demand Daryl, who obliges and spits into your open hand. You rub his spit on his cock and line yourself on him. Pushing down, your head and eyes roll back from pleasure. “Yes, so big.” You say, trying to bounce faster.
“You’re doing to well baby.” He says, helping you by holding onto your ass cheeks and pushing you up and down. Meanwhile, his fingers re-find that tight hole and start pushing in. “This ok?” He asks, pushing his finger deeper into you, you nod.
“Feels so good, daddy.” You say, drool falling onto his chest while you speak.
His finger goes all the way in, a second one following.
“Yes, yes…” you moan, going faster.
Daryl pulls your tank top down, revealing your tits, and buries his face in them, sucking one and then another while his other hand plays slightly with your clit and that’s when you come. The orgasm so hard your vision goes blank and you’re squirting.
“Such a good baby, you’re doing so well.” He praises you once you’ve come down from your high. As you look down, you see his lower part being covered in all types of bodily fluids. You instantly blush and hide in his neck. “Don’t you dare hide from me now, I’ve seen and touched all of you. That was the hottest thing you’ve ever done. We should do this more often.” He says and you giggle.
“Now I’m all warmed up thanks to you.” You say and kiss him on the mouth.
“What’s this, love?” You ask Daryl, looking at the gift he gave you out of nowhere. It’s shaped like a flat box and has another box attached to it.
“Don’t ask questions, just open it already.” He smirks at you.
You don’t ask further questions and open the flat box first.
“Oh my god…” you look at him and he smiles at you. “Baby, this is so amazing.” You say excitedly while looking at the CD player box.
“Open the big one now.” He smirks and you do. There are many CD’s by your favourite artist and many of which you don’t know.
“Baby, this is absolutely amazing…” you say, throwing yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his face all over. “Why did you gift this to me? Is it some kind of special day today?” You smirk.
“For no reason, you just deserve it and I’m tired of Rick stealing his CD player back while you’re listening to it, you deserve your own.” He says, blush creeping up his neck.
“Aww Dar, that’s absolutely adorable. Thank you, it means a lot to me.” You say. “You know I love you so much right?”
Now you spend all your days listening to your favourite songs and songs that you haven’t listened to but now love. You and Daryl love to have listening parties whenever he brings you a new CD after each run.
“What’s this, love?” You ask Daryl, looking at the gift he gave you out of nowhere. It’s shaped like a flat box and has another box attached to it.
“Don’t ask questions, just open it already.” He smirks at you.
You don’t ask further questions and open the flat box first.
“Oh my god…” you look at him and he smiles at you. “Baby, this is so amazing.” You say excitedly while looking at the CD player box.
“Open the big one now.” He smirks and you do. There are many CD’s by your favourite artist and many of which you don’t know.
“Baby, this is absolutely amazing…” you say, throwing yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his face all over. “Why did you gift this to me? Is it some kind of special day today?” You smirk.
“For no reason, you just deserve it and I’m tired of Rick stealing his CD player back while you’re listening to it, you deserve your own.” He says, blush creeping up his neck.
“Aww Dar, that’s absolutely adorable. Thank you, it means a lot to me.” You say. “You know I love you so much right?”
Now you spend all your days listening to your favourite songs and songs that you haven’t listened to but now love. You and Daryl love to have listening parties whenever he brings you a new CD after each run.
Just imagine, Jack Abbot who decided to voice over a random age-gap smutty book for fun just for you. You love to hear him whimper and talk all sexy so he decides that this would be the perfect birthday present for you. You’re ecstatic when you get it, not knowing what to expect from it. The night after, when Jack’s on shift, you have a listening party where only your headphones and vibrator are invited.
You don’t expect it to be that hot, hearing him narrate some smutty romance about a hot dilf doctor and a school teacher. At first it starts sweet but it quickly turns steamy with the characters doing it in the shower and on the bed.
You quickly get your vibrator out of the night stand, feeling your pussy getting wetter and wetter from his voice narrating what the male character is doing to his girl. When you feel the vibrations of the toy, you’re a moaning mess.
You’re playing with yourself and so involved into the audio book that you don’t even hear Jack coming home from work.
“Baby…” he asks. The house quieter than usual at this time of day. Then he hears it, a faint buzzing sound and your quiet moans. He smiles to himself, knowing you loved his present.
He goes up to the room and sees you. You’re wearing your headphones, head pushed back into the pillow, moaning and moving your hips up and down to get more friction from your vibrator, which is between your legs. He has the perfect view of your pussy from the door frame, seeing your glistening cunt and bush, partially covered by the purple vibrator.
He’s hard. He’s so hard from seeing you enjoy his present and not knowing he’s there, watching you play with yourself to his voice.
“Jack…” you mutter. He smiles and drops his hand on his crotch, rubbing himself up and down through the jeans. Before he can get up to you, you open your eyes and see him, standing there with his hand, now inside the jeans, pumping himself fast. “Oh, baby…” you moan. The sight of him like that is just so yummy.
“Baby’s been enjoying my present huh?” He asks, smirking and coming up to you, his hand running up your legs until he gets to where the vibrator is working. Grabbing it from your hands, he situates himself between your thighs, throwing that thing on the bed, to finally see your precious gem. Your cunt so wet, juices falling onto the bedsheets, thighs glistening. He looks at it some more before connecting his mouth with your pussy, moaning at the taste and wetness of it.
“Ugh, baby…” he groans, burying his face deeper into your pussy, spreading your lips wider.
“Yes… Jack please… I’m so close…” you whimper, pushing him deeper into your cunt. You’re so close it’s not even funny.
“Good girl, come for me.” He says, the praise and vibration of his voice being the last straw for you to come. “So good… you’re so good…” he says, helping you come down from your high.
He stares at you from between your thighs, chin covered in juices, happy smile on his face.
Just imagine, Jack Abbot who decided to voice over a random age-gap smutty book for fun just for you. You love to hear him whimper and talk all sexy so he decides that this would be the perfect birthday present for you. You’re ecstatic when you get it, not knowing what to expect from it. The night after, when Jack’s on shift, you have a listening party where only your headphones and vibrator are invited.
You don’t expect it to be that hot, hearing him narrate some smutty romance about a hot dilf doctor and a school teacher. At first it starts sweet but it quickly turns steamy with the characters doing it in the shower and on the bed.
You quickly get your vibrator out of the night stand, feeling your pussy getting wetter and wetter from his voice narrating what the male character is doing to his girl. When you feel the vibrations of the toy, you’re a moaning mess.
You’re playing with yourself and so involved into the audio book that you don’t even hear Jack coming home from work.
“Baby…” he asks. The house quieter than usual at this time of day. Then he hears it, a faint buzzing sound and your quiet moans. He smiles to himself, knowing you loved his present.
He goes up to the room and sees you. You’re wearing your headphones, head pushed back into the pillow, moaning and moving your hips up and down to get more friction from your vibrator, which is between your legs. He has the perfect view of your pussy from the door frame, seeing your glistening cunt and bush, partially covered by the purple vibrator.
He’s hard. He’s so hard from seeing you enjoy his present and not knowing he’s there, watching you play with yourself to his voice.
“Jack…” you mutter. He smiles and drops his hand on his crotch, rubbing himself up and down through the jeans. Before he can get up to you, you open your eyes and see him, standing there with his hand, now inside the jeans, pumping himself fast. “Oh, baby…” you moan. The sight of him like that is just so yummy.
“Baby’s been enjoying my present huh?” He asks, smirking and coming up to you, his hand running up your legs until he gets to where the vibrator is working. Grabbing it from your hands, he situates himself between your thighs, throwing that thing on the bed, to finally see your precious gem. Your cunt so wet, juices falling onto the bedsheets, thighs glistening. He looks at it some more before connecting his mouth with your pussy, moaning at the taste and wetness of it.
“Ugh, baby…” he groans, burying his face deeper into your pussy, spreading your lips wider.
“Yes… Jack please… I’m so close…” you whimper, pushing him deeper into your cunt. You’re so close it’s not even funny.
“Good girl, come for me.” He says, the praise and vibration of his voice being the last straw for you to come. “So good… you’re so good…” he says, helping you come down from your high.
He stares at you from between your thighs, chin covered in juices, happy smile on his face.
Needy husband Daryl needs to sleep touching you at all times! If you move even an inch away from him he will pull you back into his arms and bury his face into your neck or hair.
Needy husband Daryl who always has his hands on you. His favourite places to place his hands are your thighs and your ass.
Needy husband Daryl who can’t help himself but stare at your ass and tits all the time. Once summer started, the prison had been so hot during all times of day and night, so your only dress code was shorts and a small tank top, with no bra. He loved staring at your tits bouncing up and down, nipples staring at him through the tank. Ass looking amazing in those tiny shorts that showed the top of your lacy panties when you bent down.
Needy husband Daryl who pulls you by the belt buckle of your jean shorts. You get hot when he does that.
Needy husband Daryl who stares at your ring finger wearing his ring. He feels possessive towards you.
Needy husband Daryl who has to fuck you before and after his runs. It’s his ritual. Even if he has little time before leaving, he still finds a few minutes for a quick fuck with you.
Needy husband Daryl who loves when you beg him to choke you with his big arms while fucking you from behind. He loves to feel you squeezing him hard, drooling all over his elbow. He knows you get the best orgasms ever from that position, so whenever he can, which is always, he will fuck you in that position.
Needy husband Daryl who begs you to let him eat you out while on a run alone. Imagine him being all needy from seeing you kill walkers, that he needs to beg to eat you out when you arrive to your scavenging destination.
Needy husband Daryl needs to sleep touching you at all times! If you move even an inch away from him he will pull you back into his arms and bury his face into your neck or hair.
Needy husband Daryl who always has his hands on you. His favourite places to place his hands are your thighs and your ass.
Needy husband Daryl who can’t help himself but stare at your ass and tits all the time. Once summer started, the prison had been so hot during all times of day and night, so your only dress code was shorts and a small tank top, with no bra. He loved staring at your tits bouncing up and down, nipples staring at him through the tank. Ass looking amazing in those tiny shorts that showed the top of your lacy panties when you bent down.
Needy husband Daryl who pulls you by the belt buckle of your jean shorts. You get hot when he does that.
Needy husband Daryl who stares at your ring finger wearing his ring. He feels possessive towards you.
Needy husband Daryl who has to fuck you before and after his runs. It’s his ritual. Even if he has little time before leaving, he still finds a few minutes for a quick fuck with you.
Needy husband Daryl who loves when you beg him to choke you with his big arms while fucking you from behind. He loves to feel you squeezing him hard, drooling all over his elbow. He knows you get the best orgasms ever from that position, so whenever he can, which is always, he will fuck you in that position.
Needy husband Daryl who begs you to let him eat you out while on a run alone. Imagine him being all needy from seeing you kill walkers, that he needs to beg to eat you out when you arrive to your scavenging destination.
Needy husband Daryl needs to sleep touching you at all times! If you move even an inch away from him he will pull you back into his arms and bury his face into your neck or hair.
Needy husband Daryl who always has his hands on you. His favourite places to place his hands are your thighs and your ass.
Needy husband Daryl who can’t help himself but stare at your ass and tits all the time. Once summer started, the prison had been so hot during all times of day and night, so your only dress code was shorts and a small tank top, with no bra. He loved staring at your tits bouncing up and down, nipples staring at him through the tank. Ass looking amazing in those tiny shorts that showed the top of your lacy panties when you bent down.
Needy husband Daryl who pulls you by the belt buckle of your jean shorts. You get hot when he does that.
Needy husband Daryl who stares at your ring finger wearing his ring. He feels possessive towards you.
Needy husband Daryl who has to fuck you before and after his runs. It’s his ritual. Even if he has little time before leaving, he still finds a few minutes for a quick fuck with you.
Needy husband Daryl who loves when you beg him to choke you with his big arms while fucking you from behind. He loves to feel you squeezing him hard, drooling all over his elbow. He knows you get the best orgasms ever from that position, so whenever he can, which is always, he will fuck you in that position.
Needy husband Daryl who begs you to let him eat you out while on a run alone. Imagine him being all needy from seeing you kill walkers, that he needs to beg to eat you out when you arrive to your scavenging destination.
You and Jack had been dancing around each other for months, playing a game that neither of you would label. But then you took that leap, pushed the boundaries, and Jack had to confront just how much he cared about you. He just wished it hadn't been like this.
∙ Speaking in Plurals
When Jack met you, his world shifted. He began to speak in plurals, in groups of three. It was him, and then it was you, and then it was Penny. He’d do anything for his girls, and he wanted to make that clear. Official. Concrete with titles and questions and the ring he kept mulling over. And then life happened.
∙ Permissions
Jack overhears your daughter calling him dad, and his world seems to widen, to make sense. But there are always some bumps in the road when starting a new family, reassurances to be made.
