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â I WANNA FUCK WITH THE LIGHTS ON â â clark kent.
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NOTES: this movie isnât out yet but i canât wait that long to take advantage of my superman kick and fuck this man. unfortunately i donât know much about his characterization other than the trailer content.
WARNINGS: fem reader ă established relationship ă explicit sexual content ă size difference ă dick riding ă objectification ă p in v ă praise ă clark has huge dick syndrome.
âJust⊠take it slow.â CLARK KENT encourages, but itâs said more so for himself than you. A large, flattened palm emphasizes his instruction, gesturing for you to relax without grabbing you to take over your actions. You stop, his eyes flickering to meet yours questioningly, until he takes a shot in the dark. âPlease.â Itâs delightfully endearing, and it loosens you up a little.
âItâs not that, Clark, Iâm justâyouâre just so⊠you know,â Big. You try to hint at it without blurting it out. Hovering over his lap too long, a tremor builds in your thighs, and you bite down onto your lip as you let it pass through you in a shudder.
His expression adjusts as the realization dawns on him, âAh,â he exclaims thoughtfully, and he tests the waters, bringing his hands to your body to rest in comfortable places. Your waist seems appropriate, and your fingers fiddle with the muscle in his shoulders as you keep chewing your lip. âDo you want me to take over?â the question is punctuated with a shift of his hips, arranging himself in a better position to begin, but even the marginal movement has you whining with need. It alerts him, tensing up instantly as he freezes while your pretty face twists in pleasured agony. Youâre still wrapped around his reddened tip, and itâs a burning kind of stretch that makes you wish you could just shove him in all the wayâat the cost of ripping you in half.
Through your heavy lids and thick eyelashes, you manage to meet his gaze with darkened pupils that donât want to cooperate. You hum a pitiful âuh-huhâ while you nod your head, signaling to him that heâs right. His thumbs on your torso stroke at your skin comfortingly, big hands clamped around you as he raises you. The lip of his head catches on the rim of your pussy, and you suck in a breath as an emptiness replaces what used to be filled.
âWeâre gonna take it nice and easy,â Clark talks you through it, but even his exhale hitches when cold air hits his slit. Carefully, he lowers you back on, feeding his dick back into your silken walls before taking it away againâall to introduce your hole to his size little by little. The method chips away at your tightness, and you try to follow his movements with yours even if youâre weak in the knees. âWanna look at me, duchess? Let me see your eyes?â He tilts his head, his curls falling over his forehead as he chases your gaze. You do your best to peel your eyes open one-by-one, granting him his wish as you pant through your open mouth taking his cock one agonizing inch at a time. The sight of you barely holding on when heâs not even halfway in, stretches a smile onto his face, and if you were more coherent, youâd say itâs one of pride as well as endearment.
One hand cautiously releases your side, while the other takes your weight entirely, bobbing you up and down as if you were no heavier than a fleshlight. His other slides between you two to seek out your pretty bud, resting his thick fingers on your thigh while his thumb comes to stroke at that clit. The new sensation slicks you up as quickly as it occurred, and you gasp at how elevated it all feels from a simple action like that. âThatâs what you were missing. Right, baby? Itâs hard to loosen up without it. Youâre so tightâŠâ You know he didnât say it like itâs a compliment, but it makes your insides jump anyway. Your muscle contracts and suddenly he can fit a lot more in. âDoes that feel good?â he asks, his thumb leisurely circling your bud as your pussy drools around him.
Desperately, you nod your head with a couple of âmm-hmmâs!â that lead him to speed upâintroducing you to more of his length as he picks up the pace on petting your clit. Your hands abandon gripping his shoulders for stability and instead overlay his. Yours are dwarfed by him, but he takes your guidance, absorbing how youâre putting pressure on his knuckles and replicating it against your poor pearl, getting puffy from the stimulation and the lack of getting railed. It all lights a fire under your ass, and your body moves for you, bouncing in place to try and force more of his cock into you. You canât overpower the Superman, but he does let you take it all down to the hiltâhis strength making a sex toy out of you.
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