this was insane, like tashi was really eating good.
tashi coming home after a run to see art laying there in bed on their day off, ass perked up in his tight briefs like he doesn’t know what he has.
she smirks at him feeling a heat pool below her. that ass deserves to be worshiped.
she climbs onto the bed and grasps his left cheek as she leans down to his ear and whispers “morning sweetie.” and kissing his cheekbone.
art stirs in his sleep, not being a morning person at all. he responds to her with a small hum.
tashi’s hand moves to pull down his briefs, letting the cool air hit his skin. art opens his eyes and leans up, sleep still overtaking him. “what are you doing?”
“shh it’s okay, lay back down.” her hands trial over his back and down to the curve of his ass. so round and plump as if he had work done. but of course he’s all natural and that just make her more feral.
she slaps him to see it jiggle, earning a slight whine from him. she uses her hands to part him, seeing his tight pucker, smooth and pink. she leans down and licks right at the hole.
art’s head turns into the pillow, muffling his moan.
tashi’s tongue works him, tasting his skin and the vanilla soap from his shower. she could get lost in him.
“i still don’t believe that patrick never fuck you. he could not resist an ass.” tashi growled.
art’s words of protest were cut off when he felt her tongue breach his hole, pushing inside and making him throw his head back and releasing a loud moan.
his dick rutted against the bed, red and weeping as he pushed back onto her tongue.
tashi’s hands groped hard at his cheeks as her face dived into him further. her pussy soaked her panties from the sound and taste of art.
his whines picked up, louder and longer as he felt his pleasure creep up on him. she replaced her tongue with her fingers, pushing inside of him and curling up.
“you like being fuck art? are you a fucking whore?” tashi degraded him. art’s eyes prickled with tears as two of her fingers pumped inside of him at an erratic speed. his mind went fuzzy with pleasure, feeling her fuck him with her saliva slicking him.
his hips moved in time with her thrusts. his head landed back down on the pillow, but with her free hand tashi pulled his head up by his hair.
“you wanna come?” he nodded furiously.
“you have to earn it.” she whispered, her voice like honey in his ear. he picked up the pace of his hips, feeling her abuse his prostate as his cock rubbed against the sheets. he felt so overstimulated.
“please… please…” he begged, voice so high pitched and whiny tashi felt she could come just from hearing it.
she smiled, crooked her fingers up hitting the soft spot just right. art’s body shuddered as he spilled onto the bed hard. his release smeared onto the sheets and his tummy as he came.
tashi took her fingers out of him as he finished, hearing his heavy breathing as he came to.
she stared at his ass again, pushing his cheeks apart to see his pucker red and abused. she leant down to leave a kiss at it, making art whine again.
she could do this shit all day every day.
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