𝒥.

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞.

[misspossexxive]

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

✵°✵.｡.✰ 𝟚𝟛. 𝟙𝟠+ 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝔻ℕ𝕀 ✰.｡.✵°✵

𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 !

‧₊˚✧𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 / 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞

[ceruleanheaven]

[very clearly indulging the urge] im fighting the urge

[misspossexxive]

would anyone be interested in seeing fics with sammy bryant on this blog? let me know ♡

[misspossexxive]

size difference between you and pope...

you felt full. so incredibly full.

the thickness of andrew’s cock stretched you out so much that you felt as if you were about to be torn in half. its length reached so deep that you were convinced he was inside your chest, and the fact that you were able to see its outline on your lower belly convinced your mind, drunk with pleasure, even more that it was true.

his broad, muscular arms were wrapped around your body, and his massive frame was so close that there wasn’t even a millimeter of space between you, making you believe that you could feel pope’s heartbeat through your sweaty skin.

your smaller hands trailed across his freckled back, leaving behind angry red marks that only aroused him even more, thrusting deeper and harder into you, turning your moans into loud gasps, while the shameless sound of your pussy filled both your ears, which made wet and squelching noises caused by the amount of your juices flowing down your buttocks mixed with andrew’s pearly white cum, staining both your body and the sheets beneath you.

when his lips found their way to the crook of your neck, licking and kissing your damp skin, you purred like a cat, trying to arch your body against the electrifying pleasure coursing down your spine, but you couldn’t—pope’s heavy body held you in place, not allowing you any movement, and you were simply too small and weak to offer any meaningful resistance that the man on top of you would even partially feel, leaving you to moan like a porn star as you felt like your flesh was being eaten alive and reshaped from the inside at the same time.

[dorcaswh0re]

“fuck the police”

YEAH BUDDY IM TRYING

i just wanna hold his chubby cheeks in my hands and kiss him all over his stupid face while i give him a RIDE

[misspossexxive]

what he'll see waiting for him outside the police station

[misspossexxive]

your older boyfriend jack teaches you how to suck him off...

you could feel your jaw getting wet from the saliva that was lazily trickling down your chin, and slowly coating your fingers that were wrapped around the thick shaft of jack’s cock. your tongue massaged his tip, while your tear-filled, doe eyes watched his reactions, unknowingly forcing jack to physically restrain himself from thrusting his hips upward, repeating to himself like a mantra that this was your first time, and that he had to do everything he could not to scare you away.

but how could he have resisted when you tested him so much?

your face was the very image of sin—sin wrapped in sweet innocence, which you radiated from head to toe, giving him the impression that what he was letting you do was wrong, immoral. yet how could he say no to you when you were so eager to learn, so eager to please him?

his hand found its place on your flushed cheek. his thumb caressed your soft skin, giving you a sense of praise, when in reality it was a sick urge to feel his cock filling your sweet mouth.

“take your time, okay?” he hoarsely whispered, his voice vibrating through your body, leaving your nerves on edge and trembling “you’re doing so good for me, sweetheart. daddy’s proud of you.”

that singular compliment had an embarrassingly quick effect on you; your thighs clenched, a quiet, muffled moan escaped your throat, and your gaze filled with a need that was impossible to miss.

although you were still unsure of what you were doing, you took him deeper into your mouth, choking almost immediately, but you stubbornly kept going, even as your jaw grew sore and your eyes began to water. yet you didn’t stop, wanting—no, needing—to hear once more how good you were for jack.

and he knew just how hard you were pushing yourself, how desperately you were trying to please him, and that’s why the only thing that came out of his mouth were groans of pleasure, which only served to fuel a fire that was already burning inside you.

after all, he was your teacher—how could he not appreciate your effort?

[prettyangeliczz]

he really put something in dirty diana especially the live version cause why is my pussy wet and why am i moaning?

[misspossexxive]

and why is my mind suddenly filled with all these erotic fantasies?

[misspossexxive]

you and pope are touch starved…

the weight of pope’s body on yours had an almost addictive effect on your nervous system. your legs were wrapped around his hips, never letting him pull away too far, while your hands were tangled in his dark auburn hair, lazily tugging at their ends, causing quiet growls to escape from andrew's throat, which were drowned out by your soft lips tasting his.

his rough fingers squeezed your flesh hidden beneath your cotton dress, pulling it up higher and higher with every movement to expose your smooth skin and touch it without any barrier, needing to feel you.

you let him do it without a shadow of hesitation, running your smaller hands along his broad shoulders and muscular back, slipping your hands under his shirt, running your fingernails over his freckles, pausing on his stomach, scratching his abs, slowly sliding down his lower abdomen, stopping when you touched the cold buckle of his belt.

as soon as he felt your lips pulling away, he grabbed you by the nape of your neck, pulling you closer, harder, sliding his tongue inside, making you moan, your body arching as your full breasts brushed against his chest.

he knew what you wanted to say, what you wanted to ask—he always knew. yet he couldn’t tear himself away from you, being practically high from the feeling you gave him.

his hips brushed against yours, letting you feel his thick, hard cock against your wet, soaked panties. you responded immediately, pressing against him, creating a clumsy yet incredibly erotic friction that sent electrifying tension coursing through your bones.

you wanted to feel him inside you—you needed to feel him inside you so desperately—and andrew needed you, your warmth and softness that only you could give him. but neither of you were able to pull away, holding your bodies so close that there wasn’t even a millimeter of space between you. rubbing against each other with a raw , almost animalistic urgency, making a mess inside your clothes.

[abbot-navitch]

★ STANROSADO! ⊹ ࣪ ˖ (Movie: The Faculty)

[misspossexxive]

such a golden retriever

[misspossexxive]

you are mad at andrew and decide to make him suffer a little by making him watch you play with yourself...

you're lying on your soft , white sheets. your legs are spread apart, giving pope a full view of your glistening, puffy pussy, which is being stretched open by smooth purple vibrator.

you can feel his gaze on you—a gaze that practically devours you alive—and without a moment of hesitation, you meet his eyes. your vision is clouded, filled with lust, causing andrew's large hands to clench the armchair he's sitting in so tightly that you're certain the fabric will be torn to shreds in a matter of seconds. but he sits still, though his whole body is rigid, every muscle tensing so hard that you can see the outline of blood flowing through his veins. yet he doesn’t dare move, too obedient to do anything without your permission, even if it kills him inside.

he watches you, watches as your naked, sweaty body arches like a cat in heat, watches as your hands move the toy between your legs, more and more aggressively, more and more dirty. he watches the way your lips form the shape of the letter “o” as pornographic moans escape from them, making his thick cock rock hard, pressing against his pants.

but he still sits still, repeating to himself over and over that he deserves this, he deserves it because he made anger and frustration appear on your angelic face.

andrew has to physically restrain himself from moving even a millimeter when he sees your body being swept away by a wave of orgasm. your eyes are closed, your face is buried in the pillow, your hair is scattered wildly around you, and your body tenses, chasing that electrifying sensation of pleasure by pressing the vibrator against your wet, slick walls, making your thighs tremble with intensity of the sensation.

and when you finally come down, taking deep breaths, and your hands pull the toy out of your wet pussy with a slight resistance, sending a wet, squelching sound of your juices and lube throughout the room, you finally decide to take pity on him.

“come to me, andrew” you whisper, you know you don't need to speak any louder.

andrew moves faster than you ever thought a person could move.

[creekbeds]

shawn hatosy arm appreciation post

[misspossexxive]

oh my…

[misspossexxive]

breeding kink with jack abbot...

you and jack are a mess. the two of you are drenched in sweat and covered in your juices and his cum, but it seems none of you care—you’re too caught up in the pleasure that’s practically paralyzing your bodies.

your ankles dangle helplessly from jack's broad, massive shoulders, while his body presses against yours in the best possible way, pushing your thighs into your chest , making your ample breasts seem to spill out to the sides. your lips are parted, allowing loud moans, whimpers, and broken pleas to escape from your throat—pleas that lost their meaning long ago and now sound like meaningless babble.

jack's calloused hands cradle your tear-stained face, while his hips thrust his thick cock deep into your pussy, assaulting your sensitive gummy walls. you can feel some of his cum burning your already hot lower belly, while the rest lazily trickles down your puffy folds, right onto your buttocks and the sheets beneath you.

neither of you is thinking of stopping.

the thought of you being pregnant, full and round with a baby , is simply too strong. both of your minds are clouded with thoughts of the future, making physical exhaustion seem far away—almost nonexistent.

even as your body is consumed by yet another orgasm—balancing the sensation of overstimulation with addictive pleasure—and jack once again floods your already full womb, growling almost animalistically into your ear, you don’t want it to stop.

and when the wet, almost filthy sounds of your bodies touching, colliding, and grinding against each other reaches your ears, and your eyes meet those of the older man above you, all that’s left for you to do is slide your fingers through his silver hair and let your nerves ignite once more.

[misspossexxive]

jack abbot uses medical tools on you...

the stethoscope's chestpiece felt cold against your naked , heated skin. jack held you on his lap, using his left hand to grab your thigh and pull it towards him, exposing your pussy, covered by white cotton panties, while his other hand moved the metal tool across your smooth skin.

your head rested on his muscular shoulder, gentle puffs of air and occasional sighs escaped your lips as the stethoscope touched your nipples, causing them to harden instantly and sent shivers down your spine—shivers that jack could feel on his own body, which was practically fused with yours.

but when his hand slid smoothly downward, almost laboriously slipping the metal beneath the fabric of your underwear, your body tensed in anticipation, and when that same familiar sensation of coolness appeared on your clit, you moaned softly at the touch. in response, jack angled the stethoscope so that its edge brushed against your bundle of nerves, rubbing it in circular motions, pressing harder every now and then, making your legs involuntarily want to clamp shut and you to curled into a ball.

“the blood flow in your pudendal artery is getting incredibly turbulent. tell me, what exactly made your pulse race like that?” he asked, practically whispering the words into your ear, causing a barely audible whimper to escape your lips.

you wanted to answer, but all you did was grind against the stethoscope’s diaphragm, chasing the electrifying sensation that jack had created. his hazel eyes watched your almost desperate movements of your hips, as his ears listened to the wet sounds of your pussy and the hum of friction from your tense muscles, amplified by the eartips in his ears, which carried every little noise straight to him.

but when jack slid the chestpiece down, through your swollen folds, straight to your entrance, you froze. at first, a single, almost pitiful moan nearly escaped your lips, but it got stuck in your throat when you felt the round shape entering you, slowly and precisely, caressing the sensitive walls. you glanced out of the corner of your eye at the older man, confused, but he merely kissed your temple, then pressed his mouth to your ear.

“i still need to check how your pussy’s doing inside—doctor’s orders” he muttered, gently moving the metal part, pushing it deeper, making you mewl.

[ma0chi77]

wipp

[ozarkthedog]

GIVE ME THAT OLD MAN RIGHT NOW

[misspossexxive]

him in glasses…how can I not be hot and bothered

[misspossexxive]

jack counts the hickeys he gave you, and when the number doesn’t satisfy him, he’s quick to change it...

you’re sitting on his lap, watching with tired eyes as his gaze travels along your soft, sweaty skin.

jack is focused. he’s examining every purple mark he’s left on your skin, touching them with his rough fingertips and counting how many adorn your naked body. when his eyebrows furrow slightly at the last one, you know he’s not satisfied with the number—there aren’t enough, nowhere near enough.

his lips are on your bare skin within a matter of seconds, finding their place on your neck, just behind your ear; his large hand grips the back of your head, tilting it back to give him full access. your body trembles as he sucks on your delicate skin, causing you to involuntarily clench your thighs, wanting more, ignoring the body that aches from the number of orgasms jack has drawn from you. when he’s satisfied with the size and color of the freshly formed hickey, his hands and mouth slide downward, straight toward your breasts, cupping and kneading them, only to pull them closer the next moment, tasting your hardened nipples and the lovely, round areolas around them with the tip of his tongue.

you whimper softly, reaching for his silver curls, pulling him closer to your body, silently begging him not to stop. when he creates another red-and-purple mark, this time on your ample breast, you moan pitifully, moving your hips in response to the electrifying sensation of heat that throbs painfully in your loins.

and when the older man lays your smaller body down on the crumpled sheets beneath you, you don’t even try to hide the desire coursing through your veins, gazing at him with blurry eyes, thrusting your hips forward desperately, begging for more. in response, jack grabs your ankles, placing them on his broad shoulders and leans down, spreading your legs wide, giving him full access to your naked, wet, and puffy pussy, from which your juices and his thick cum are still lazily oozing.

you feel his breath on your swollen folds, but his lips don't find their way there; instead, they attack your inner thigh, close, so close to your opening, which pulses, begging to be filled. his teeth glide over your skin, nibbling it lightly before his lips devour a piece of your skin, tasting it intensely.

when jack finishes adding another token of his possessiveness, his eyes met yours, and his hands roughly pull your body towards him, he leans over you, and his lips find their way to your ear, lightly kissing your earlobe.

“i can see you want more, baby. were three orgasms not enough for you? don't worry, daddy's going to fix that” he says hoarsely, while a loud moan escapes your throat as his thick cock thrusts deep inside you.

[misspossexxive]

jack checking your vitals after sex…

you lay on the snow-white sheets, basking in post-orgasmic bliss. through your half-closed eyelids, you watched jack, your eyes drifted lazily between the profile of his face, his freckled, muscular arms, and broad back, which was now marked with mean red lines, pausing on his large, rough hands that held your wrist gently, while two fingers checked your pulse. you watched silently, focusing your gaze on his eyes that were concentrated on the veins beneath your soft skin. after a long moment, jack moved his hand toward the crook of your arm, sliding upward, stopping at the back of your neck, gently cupping it and stroking your jaw.

you closed your eyes, relishing in the older man's affection as he gazed at your chest, watching the movement of your bare, perky breasts rising and falling, slower and calmer with each passing second.

when you felt his hand on your brow bone, you opened your eyes and looked at him, but your lips remained closed, offering no resistance to any of the things jack was doing to you, obediently accepting everything he did to your body.

“is everything okay, doctor abbot?” you asked quietly , with a shadow of playfulness in your voice as his hand left your forehead and found its way into your hair.

“everything is okay” he said fondly , wrapping his arms around your neck and pulling your sweaty body towards him.

in response, you grabbed his broad shoulders, climbing onto his lap, sitting comfortably on his muscular legs, wrapping your thighs around him—hot and wet from your juices and his thick cum.

your lips rested on his cheek, brushing against it slowly, taking their time as they moved across his face, marking every inch of his skin with a wet kiss as a silent thank you for making sure you were okay. but jack didn’t need a thank you, your health and well-being were his priority, and after you’d let your body be used and abused, he had to make sure. make sure his sweet girl was safe and sound.