hi handsome sir can we plsplspls have a longer southern!wanda drabble similar to the one you just replied to 🙏🙏🙏
i love southern!wanda. anytime i get asked to write something about her, an angel grows a pair of wings and a kitten is born. so sorry for the delay. i hope you like submissive wanda.
The slick sound of your hips meeting her ass fills the bedroom, strap buried deep inside Wanda with every thrust. She’s bent over the edge of her four-poster bed, lacy nightgown rucked up around her waist, full tits spilling out and swaying as you fuck her from behind. Her voice comes out breathy and broken.
“Harder, baby… please, hurt Mama. Spank me like I deserve it.”
Your hand hovers over the flushed curve of her ass hesitantly. You’ve never been rough like this before, not when she looks so soft and pretty even while she’s stuffed full of your cock. But then Wanda moans, loud, shameless, a throaty cry that vibrates through her whole body, and something inside you snaps.
You bring your palm down hard. The sharp smack echoes, and her cunt clenches greedily around the strap.
“Fuck–!” she gasps, pushing back onto you. “Again, baby. Don’t be shy now.”
Heat floods your face, but the way her back arches like she’s in heat burns any shyness away.
You spank her again, harder, watching the red bloom across her pale skin. “You like that?” Your voice comes out steadier than you feel. “Bent over like a desperate slut.”
Wanda whimpers, a needy little sound that goes straight to your core. “Yes… I’m your dirty whore, baby. Mama’s such a filthy whore for this cock.” She reaches back, spreading herself wider for you, nails digging into her own ass cheek. “Deeper, baby. Call me names, please.”
You grip her hips tighter and slam in, the harness pressing against your clit with every thrust. The wet sounds are obscene. You spank her again, alternating sides until both cheeks glow hot and pink.
“You’re a dirty mama,” you groan, finding your rhythm, your confidence. “Letting me fuck you like this. You like being degraded, don’t you?”
She keens, loud and broken, grinding back to meet every brutal snap of your hips. “Yes– oh God, yes I do. Hurt me more… mark me up so I feel it tomorrow when I’m makin’ your breakfast.”
You lean over her, one hand tangling in her honey-blonde hair, pulling just enough to make her gasp. The other delivers another stinging slap as you drive the strap impossibly deeper, grinding against that spot that makes her thighs shake.
You’re not shy anymore. You fuck her like you own her until she’s sobbing with pleasure, clenching and leaking around the thick silicone. “That’s it,” you murmur warm against her ear. “Cum for me, Mama. I want the neighbors to hear how dirty you are.”
Wanda shatters with a wail, body seizing, soaking your thighs and the sheets beneath her. You keep fucking her through it, gentler now but still deep, savoring every twitch and whimper.
When her breath steadies, limbs no longer shaking with exertion, she turns her head just enough to catch your eye, lips parted, flushed and glowing. “Again?” she whispers, voice husky with her sweet accent. “Please, baby… Mama’s still so wet for you.”
