Yall like 8 months ago I was finna start writing fan fics with Black Readers because I feel like there isnât nearly enough of them and we deserve to read about characters that represent us but then life got CRAZY (senior year is not for the weak but now itâs over and ya girl graduates in 10 days) and I never ended up doing it but if you guys have any requests for what you want to see imma put who I can currently write for below, just lmk if thereâs anyone else yall want and Iâll look into itđâŒïž
hi Reni (pls correct me if i'm wrong)! i just read your newest blog, and i just wanted to stop by and wish you all the best. go forth, sweetie!!! can't wait to read your stuff đ
Reni is correct!! And tysm queen I really appreciate it, truly đđđ
Hey yall so itâs been a rough couple of months for me. I graduated high school, passed my CPhT, and have been super busy; but my grandma also passed away. On top of all of that I leave for college in Chicago which is two states away from me and Iâm lowkey scared bc Iâve never left Ohio fr. Thatâs why I havenât gotten to any requests so mb shawtys. Imma get to them I swear but in the last 2 months I have learned some things about myself creatively!!
1. I can only write for Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Clark Kent, Frank Castle, and Benjamin Poindexter. I donât know why but when I try to write for anyone else I canât get it out. So I do apologize for any requests beyond this.
2. Iâm REALLY good at writing fluff but smut is awkward writing wise for me rn so until I can get the hang of it Iâm only going to take Fluff and Angst requests.
Anywayssss letâs try this one more time yall, send in requests if youâve got them!!!
dex whos so pussy whipped fucking you in missionary that all he can say is âyouâre so pretty, babyâ over and over again between breathes while looking directly into your eyes
Sometimes I remember how awful it must have been for Steve Rogers in 2012.
It wasn't even the fact that he woke up in the future, all his friends except Dum Dum and Peggy were dead, and he was still mourning Bucky, who, for everyone else, had died decades ago, but the very fact of society's expectations for him.
Steve was awakened from the ice, and people expected the great Captain America, whose myth had grown over the years, the experience and wisdom of a hundred-year-old manâŠ
And Steve was a goddamn 26 years old.
He was the youngest member of the Avengers at the time and people looked up to him and expected a mentor. Even the fandom forgets this and says Steve and Thor are the oldest, when Tony could practically be his father.
"things i find extremely attractive" trend with dex
"c'mere" and pulls you towards him and tucks his face into your neck
it doesn't matter if you're in public or not for dex to do this. when he wants you near, when he needs to be close to you, he'll whisper "c'mere," sweetly to you as he's already yarding you towards him. dex'll tuck his face into you neck and inhale, softly kissing your hair/neck and hum.
fixing/playing with your hair
it started with dex tucking your hair out of your face to see more of you. over time he got more bold, running his fingers through your hair before gently tucking it behind your ear. when he noticed you shiver as he ran both hands through your hair as he made a makeshift ponytail is what decided dex to experiment. he loves listening to your little 'mm's as he played with the hair at the nape of your neck, and just simply adores how soft your hair is.
leaning down and the little "hm?" to talk to you
he is so tall, it's like second nature to dex to lean down a bit when he wants to focus his attention on you. when you mutter something, especially in public, he'll lean down into your space and hum softly, pretty head tilted to the side.
long eye contact in crowded rooms
he doesn't want to lose sight of you across the room. he'll look at you whether you're looking back or not. when you catch his eye the corner of his mouth might twitch for just a second, and he feeds on the way you stare just as intently back at him, ignoring the people or things around you/him.
messy makeouts
dex lives for messy makeouts with you. kissing you softly and with intention and it derailing into you pinned against something, both hands cupping his jaw as his hands roam. he doesn't even care if it leads to anything more or not, and doesn't make a move unless you do, but he's always painfully hard.
popcorn kisses
he loves your face. sometimes, when you're talking, he'll become so overwhelmed by the sight and sound of you he'll grab your face and kiss your face all over. his heart swells when you giggle and he'll kiss your face a few more times before giving you a rough kiss to your mouth.
carefully observing you when you're doing something
yeah okay we all know dex, do i even need to elaborate? it's one of his favorite things to do. he could watch you for hours, he could watch you watch paint dry. he loves to witness all the little way your face contorts when you focus, when you're frustrated.. the way you fidget, your favorite ways to fidget. he stores it all away in his mind for safekeeping.
rubbing their thumb on your hand while holding hands
dex likes to move his hands, he likes to fidget. when holding hands with you, it translates to rubbing soft circles on your skin. it comforts him, being able to gently squeeze your hand and feel your warm skin on his.
smiling as you do small things for them (tying their shoes, picking off lint, etc)
he loves when you pick a small piece of lint of his shirt mindlessly, as if you were almost unaware you did so until you see him smiling down at you. when you gently fix his hair and are slow to look back at him, making sure his hair looks just right.
standing close behind you
it's important to dex that everyone around you acknowledges that you are his, and his alone. he is so big and broad and warm it's impossible to not notice him standing so close behind you.
when they correct someone's perception of you or what you prefer "no she's allergic to that" / "her favorite color is green, not pink"
it irks dex when someone who claims to know you says something totally wrong. he keeps his anger in check, monotonal as he supplies the person with your actual favorite color, your proper pronouns. he also can't stand when someone is just so blatantly wrong about you. "what did you call her? hard to speak to? they're an introvert, and anyway i've always found them easy to speak with. you just don't know how to, i'd guess you're the harder one to converse with."
knees touching but not moving away
grrr ruff ruff.. he has to be touching you. it doesn't matter how. he will deliberately manspread to touch his large knee to your quaint one. it calms him.
scolding you but not stopping you
it's no secret dex is a brat tamer. he could easily get off on scolding you, making you pay, restraining you to stop you... but sometimes he likes to let you play, just a bit. you want to test your luck with him? okay, he'll scold and warn you but wants to see how far you'll really go.
lying for you
lies roll of his tongue for you easily. he doesn't even need an inkling of idea of why he needs to, he just simply does it. late for something and a friend is upset? 'they lost track of time studying for an important exam.' bruise(s) on your knee and embarrassed about it? 'slammed into the bedframe pretty hard, heard it from the living room.'
replying to you when you call their name with your name
his mouth curls upwards when you call for him. he'll call back to you with the same infliction and your own name on his lips while he makes his way towards where your sweet voice came from.
when they acknowledge it's wrong but they're too far in to stop
"baby, sweetheart..." he's breathing hard, fingers digging into your waist. "fuck, hun, we really shouldn't be doing this," but he can't help himself. "tell me to stop, baby." he can't stop, even if your soft voice begged him to.
missing my sweetie big dick fictional man right now and thinking about how pope cody would have no idea heâs good at sex.
like completely clueless.
he would be on his knees, eating you out until youâre clawing at the sheets, eyes brimming with tears, spine arching like itâs about to snap. pope doesnât even really know what heâs doing. he just makes sure to repeat everything that makes you clench around his fingers and twitch on his tongue. and youâre so close when he curls his two thick digits and sucks you into his mouth. your legs lock up.. your belly feels tight with tingles.. pleasure starts to rise almost alllll the way to your ears andâŠ
he pulls away with a gruff âdâya like that?â. and itâs not a sexy taunt. his tone is questioning and heâs being completely, utterly serious. you whine in frustration âandrew!!â he looks genuinely confused. âw-what?â your hips buck towards his mouth involuntarily, body aching with the need to come. âi was so close!â popes dark brows furrow in confusion. âyou wereâŠâ it takes him three slow blinks while staring at your squirming thighs and fluttering pussy to finally understand. his eyes widen âoh shit- mâ sorry sweetheart..â then dives back in. sucking you and scissoring his fingers until you cry out his name and come on his face about twenty seconds later.
or or or. he doesnât really understand how huge his cock feels inside of you. heâs aware heâs well endowed. but he thinks youâre just being a good girlfriend when you moan so loud at his first push into your tight pussy. pope always forgets that youâre not just stroking his ego. not quite understanding that your loud whimpers that accompany his thick length are authentic. heâll thrust in and out of you harsh at the start. you can barely speak through the painful stretch of his rapid plunges. your gasps are choked âa-andy! andy s-slow down!â and he does get a little lost in the sauce as he watches your tits bounce beneath him. you have to slap at his shoulder to snap him out of it. âfuck- sorry. feels sâgood. iâll- hhnng- iâll go slow. promise.â
then heâll roll over until youâre on top of him. hands bracing his chest and thighs nestled firmly at his hips. he lets you set the pace to make sure he wonât hurt you again. itâs sweet.. until he wonât move again at all unless youâre bouncing up and down fervently. begging him to thrust up into you. âp-please! andy it doesnât hurt.. need you- please!â once he decides youâre in no pain at all, heâll grip your hips and piston up into you until you canât move on your own anymore. completely filled with him. drooling at the pleasure coiling in your lower stomach. and pope is more than confident that youâre not exaggerating when you collapse with a raspy moan as you orgasm on his thick cock <3
Hiding your diary in a different spot every time you write in it so Dex has to find it again whenever he decides to snoop through it. Itâs his enrichment. He will not stop reading it no matter how many times you tell him to, heâll just look at you like this and then do it again the next day
dex with a chubby reader!!!!!! this this this this this! he would love holding you, like no matter what or when. friday nights when you cross the hall to have your usual dinner at his, he would always make sure your chairs were touching, his arm around the small of your back. and the night would end with you laid on top of him, much to your protest, he loved it. it felt relaxing, it was where he felt most connected with you.
and when fucking you, his hands are wandering. paying attention to every part of you, not a spot of skin untouched.
"like when i touch you there, baby?"
"does that make you feel good? when i do it like that?"
a/n: a tiny bit of the long ass story iâve got in my head with him (that i wonât turn into a fic sorry, it to messy lol), i just had to write down this part cause itâs so sweet. also on my 3rd rewatch of daredevil s3 in these past 2(?) weeks (after having rewatched ddba with my bestie whoâs watching it for the first time) and i still cannot shut up whenever i see my man bro đ„Č
cw: Dex being Dex, implied recent trauma (unspecified), selective mutism, implied neurodivergent!reader, comfort, fluff, reader has anxiety, slight angst.
something terrible had happened while he was gone, something so unforgivable.. he should have been there. thatâs what keeps looping in his head as he watched your sleeping form beside him.
his head going all over the place planning the demise of whoeverâs done this to you, waiting until he knew you were in deep sleep until heâd leave to deal with them. hunting them down one by one, tormenting them like they did you until they begged for it to âjust endâ. he came home covered in blood, taking a shower, deep cleaning himself until his skin was raw, making sure not a single speck was left under his nails and pores before getting back into bed with you, gently wrapping his arms around you like a secure cage.
heâd wake up before you, watching the calm on your face for a while before going to make breakfast, plating it before putting it on a tray and brought it to bed, waking you up with soft kisses up your shoulder, âmorning baby..â he whispered into your neck, âbrought you some breakfast, sâyour favoriteâ he hummed as he leaned back enough for you to sit up, your eyes still sleepy as you rubbed them to clear up the fog, your lip wobbling in gratitude at his sweet gesture, you looked at him, his eyes already on you intently, he gave you an almost sad smile, âeat up before it gets coldâ he itched his nose as he sat down beside you, watching you dig in, savoring every bite, his arm rested around your waist, his lips just pressed against your shoulder as he bathed in the quiet sounds that would slip out of you on occasion, your breathing, soft hums as you enjoyed his cooking, the sound of you swallowing, he took in all of it like it was his lifeline, reminding himself that youâre alive being the only thing keeping him sane. as you finish up the last bite; you washed it down with some water, thanking him with a sweet kiss on the cheek, snuggling into him for a bit before going to grab the tray, ânuh uh, youâre staying in bedâ he smiled, not letting you clean up the dishes, doing it himself before coming back to bed to cuddle.
heâd be so much more gentle with you in this time, he knew how fragile your mind was at this state, especially after what had happened, so heâd be even more protective than heâs ever been before. always a protective hand on you when out of the apartment, a cold glare ready and loaded to be shot at anyone giving you a hard time for not speaking because âi know you can talk, why are you being so difficult?â, oh how he wanted to cut out their tongue in that moment, but he knew that would only put stress on you, so instead heâd make their life harder in ways he could through his job without anyone knowing it had anything to do with you.
now heâd always be at your side whenever you wanted to go out, being your voice, your emotional support for when youâd get sudden spikes of anxiety. ordering your favorite drink or sweets for you at the cafe youâd visit every week, telling the waiter what you wanted when heâd take you out for dinner, all you needed was to point out what you wanted on the menu and heâd deal with the rest. taking random late night strolls to help you get comfortable being out again like you used to, pausing to comfort you whenever youâd freeze up or zone out because of the stress. heâd bring your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles as you walked hand in hand.
you still being able to comfort him on his own bad days. coming home after a particularly hard day at work, being so exhausted and in his head that he was on the brink of breaking, youâd meet him by the entrance of your apartment, immediately knowing how he was feeling by the way he was standing. youâd hug him, kissing his face all over as he leaned onto you, cupping his face in your hands as you met his eyes, so sad and tired. taking his hand you carefully lead him to the couch, laying down with him, his head on your chest listening to your calm heartbeat as you played with his hair, letting him finally breathe. quiet tears running down his face onto your sweater as his arms gripped onto your sides, grounding himself, eventually falling asleep in your arms.
most nights heâd just have you on his lap, only wearing sweats while youâd be in one of his hoodies that you liked so much, head on his shoulder as you quietly traced his scars, the feeling of them under your finger pads being oddly satisfying. Dex just watching you in your calm fixation, humming softly at your touch.
him complimenting you cause he knows it makes you shy and embarrassed, mumbling âpretty pretty pretty..â as he kisses all over your face, earning a well deserved whine as you cover his mouth with your hands to shut him up, chuckling against your palm as he just wraps his arms tighter around you, âso sweetâ.
youâre so grateful for him, even if you canât fully show it with words like youâd like, which would make you sad sometimes. he was your rock in this difficult time, without him you knew youâd crumble under the pressures of dealing with life with your current mental state. without his support you wouldnât be able to heal as fast as you have been. so youâd be even more physically affectionate with him to compensate with the lack of words that he oh so loved hearing from your lips before all this. kisses every time you wanted to say any compliments or praise, snuggles before he had to go to work, showering together, anything intimate or sweet, to remind him of how much you love him even when you canât reassure with your words.
the first time he got to hear your voice again was your soft mumbles in your sleep. he thought it was just in his head at first, but then you did it again, âDexâŠâ, so quiet, you sounded almost sad, scared. Dex leaned closer to you, sliding his arms around you, âiâm here babyâ gently kissing your forehead as your body physically relaxed into his touch.
i love your ideas for dex n fisk!daughter!!! ok idk if it's anything but maybe dex kidnapping you to fuck with fisk? like at first his plan is just to make fisk panic for a week or two, maybe he'll send him a video of you all tied up and scared. but now that he has you he's not so sure that he wants to release you? you seem to be a decent person, so maybe he should be the one taking care of you, not fisk... keeping you w/ him would free you from fisk's influence so yeah he's holding you for your own good. dex is sweet at first but it's getting harder and harder for him not to see fisk in you.. and some nights he kinda wants to ruin fisk's princess to get back at him?? srry he tried to be good :((
Omg yeeesssss! And thank you đđ«¶
Sooo.... I ended up going a bit crazy and wrote a little smut from this. I really focused on the 'sending fisk photos and videos' of your part, so here you go!
Cw kidnapping, hairpulling, non con to dub con, reader is Fisks daughter, piv sex, oral (female reciving), non consensual recording, video recording and photos, crying, bondage, bruising and manhandling. Not proof read at all. Let me know if I missed anything!
Dex kidnapping Fisk!daughter and sending him photos and videos of you, tied up and still in your pajamas from when he kidnapped you. Polaroids of with dex's hand wrapped around your face so Fisk has a good view of his little girls tear stained face. A video of you huddled in the corner, head down and arms tied.
"Say it." Dex's voice rumbles from behind the camera. When all you do is curl in on yourself more, his hand grips your hair, forcing you to face the camera.
"Say. It." He says again, but now it's a threat.
"P-please daddy, d-dont let him hurt me" you sniffle the rehearsed line.
And maybe he keeps sending them.
He tells himself he's keeping you alive so he can continue to taunt Fisk, and that's half the truth. The other half is that he's lonely and your presence is surprisingly nice for a hostage.
He definitely has a cycle of being mean, then nice. When he first got you, he was mean, of course.
Keeping you tied up and sometimes gaged. Grip hard enough it bruised, grabbing your hair, calling you names. But mostly, he would rant on and on about how Fisk fucked up his life. It would usually turn into different subjects as well, and the whole time, you have to just sit there. He ended up using you as a sort of confidant from that point. Come home to complain about the task fources, your dad's politics, the barista at the coffee shop with an attitude. You even would respond every now and then, which then turned into conversations between you two.
This triggers the nice phase. You're not like Fisk. You're just related to him. You didn't really have a chance to not be intertwined into the criminal world. You're really just another one of his victims. Like him.
The chains are put on less, and you even have free access to a bathroom now. Your bed gets upgraded from some blankets and a pillow on the floor to a mattress. Given magazines, books, and luzzles to do while he's gone. Even buys you some new clothes, though they are nothing compared to the designer clothes your father had you in. He has you on a schedule, too.
He sends Fisk pictures of you sleeping soundly. Sitting on the floor in the living room, when he finally allows you to leave the cellar he has you in, watching tv. He'll send a video of you eating breakfast, waffles after you made a comment about them yesterday. Behind the camera, he asks if they are good and you respond with a positive hum and another mouthful. Looking up with a pleasant smile, only for it to fall upon seeing the camera onec again, dex leaning back in his chair to get the right angle.
He's getting attached to you. He can feel it. But he also can't shake the anger inside of him. The one that comes up when you two are in the living room, laughing together about whatever when suddenly the TV catches his attention. Your father's face plastered on the screen, making another announcement. A call to his citizens to report any sighting of his daughter, or the 'psychotic masked murderer, Benjamin Poindexter', who holds her hostage.
You feel his mood change the second you hear your father's voice. And in an attempt to not suffer the usual consequences of him witnessing such a thing. You put one hand on his chest while reaching for the remote.
"I-i don't wanna watch this. Let's change the channel-" but you are cut off by him ripping the remote out of your hands.
"No. Go get the camcorder." He says sternly.
"N-no Dex, p-please. I-its not my fault-" you're cut off again by him gripping your face.
"I know, I know, sweetheart. It's not your fault. But your daddy's a bad man, and someone has to pay." You can't stop the sob from leaving you. "I already told you, your daddy can take your place and get the consequences for his actions. But he'd rather be playing mayor, it seems." He mocks, giving you a fake pout at the end as you continue to sob.
"Now." He pulls your face closer. "Go get the camcorder. And don't make me repeat myself again."
He then pushes you away and off the couch towards the direction of the self he keeps the video camera on. You stumble at first but manage to catch your balance to make your way towards the device.
Dex has had you for a good two months at this at this point. And the whole time, he's been trying his hardest not to ruin Fisks precious princess.
He can no longer keep that up.
That's how you find yourself here, bent over and tied to the coffee table. The video your father just put out now plays on a loop on the television as Dex holds the camcorder steady. Getting a shot of him slowly rubbing his bulge against your still clothed ass.
"P-please don't..." You beg quietly.
"What was that princess? I don't think Daddy quite heard that" he chuckles as he zooms in on the back of your head, falling in shame. "What did it tell you earlier? Before you got the camera" he asks, and it takes a few moments to remember. You only whine in response, which isn't good enough for Dex.
SMACK
You jolt forward and yelp in surprise at the impact of Dex's hand on your ass.
"Don't make this harder on yourself, baby. Just tell Daddy why you're here."
At this point, you don't know if he's referring to your father or himself. You don't think you want to know the answer. You take a shaky deep breath as his jean covered cock continues to rub against your centre.
"Y-you said... that someone has to pay... for w-what my dad did..." You manage to get out.
"There..." he pulls his body away from you. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" He asks in a condescending tone. And for a second, you think, 'Oh, is he done?' But those thoughts are quickly squashed, when he hooks his fingers in your bottoms and pulls them down. Exposing your underwear, now wet from his consistent rutting. A low whistle is heard behind you.
"Damn sweetheart, wet already?" And you can practically hear the smirk in his voice.
He grips your ass with the hand not holding the camera, and starts tracing his thumb over your lips and clit. You try to move your body away from it, but it's no use, with how he has you tied and pinned down.
"...n-no-"
"Shhhh shh shh shhh, it's okay, baby. It's only natural." He whispers, and his fingers begin to press harder, tracing your slit and clit with the perfect precise pressure. You can't help the chocked moan from escaping.
"Oh, there she is... sweet girl..." he groans before setting the camcorder down in the couch beside him, flipping the viewfinder before adjusting himself so his face is level with your cunt. You feel his hot breath on you before his free hands, now both grip the back of your thighs and ass. Again, you try to wiggle away, but it just temps him more as he shoves his face into your covered pussy. He inhales your scent before he begins laying open mouth kisses, groaning at your taste coming through your underwear.
"...fuck baby..." he whispers into you before finding your clit to play with.
He spends a while back there, working you up and forcing small sounds out of you. But eventually, he gets irritated with the barrier between himself and your delicious cunt, so he removes those as well.
"Oh, there she is..." he talks straight to your vagina like it's a person. "so fuckin pretty" he whispers before diving in, laying a fat, open mouth kiss straight on your hole. You let out a sound at the bare contact, hearing his tongue slide through your wet folds as he moans at the full taste of you. The vibrations adding to the pleasure.
At this point, you're already worked up from his previous teasing. Now, with his face buried in your cunt, you can feel an orgasam being forced out of you. His fingers tracing your lips finds your hole and slides in with embarrassing ease.
"Oh fuck, she's tight... are you close baby?" You immediately start shaking your head, denying the pleasure he is giving. "Oh, don't lie to me. I can feel you getting close..." he resumes his relentless abuse of your clit with his mouth, forcing another loud moan from you.
"You gonna cum on my face for your daddy to see?" He asks straight into your pussy, the vibrations adding to the sick pleasure.
"Nooo, no no no no" you whine as his fingers attack that perfect spot inside of you. You feel the familular pressure in your abdomen built before it finally snaps. The power of your orgasam causes you to shake a little as you try to pull away, but it's no use as Dex eagerly slurps away at your mess, groaning at your taste.
"Oh fuck, you taste so good... now I just have to feel that sweet cunt of yours." He says, and you can hear him picking up the camcorder again. You stiffen up at the mention.
"Please... dont-dont hurt me..." You plea, Dex let's out a condescending coo.
"Oh no, princess, I wouldn't dare..." he leans in closer, so his lips are brushing your ear and sending shivers down your back. "... I'm gonna make you feel really, REALLY good. I promise." And he delivers a surprisingly sweet kiss to your temple, before dragging his face down your back, kissing along it.
He then sits up straight, and you feel his blunt tip rub through your folds, catching on your hole and clit sometimes as he lubes his cock with your juices.
"You're gonna forget all about life with daddy when I'm through with you... never going to want to leave." He whispers, more to himself, as he lines his cock with your entrance. The camera, in his other hand, focuses on a close up of your cunt as he starts slowly pushing in, watching you stretch around him. You both can help but groan as he sinks into you fully.
Dex seems to take a moment for himself, testing you with a shallow and slow thrust before pausing again.
"Fuck, I'm sorry sweetheart..." this confuses you for a second. "But I gotta make your daddy pay."
And that's all the warning you get before he sets a brutal pace. You can feel his dick in your stomach, punching the air out of you with every thrust. And the worst part is, he's hitting that perfect spot inside of you, the one that makes you see stars and tears of pleasure stain your face. And he never relents on it, just abuses that spot inside of you as he feels you clench him tightly. You can no longer try to stop the sounds from leaving you.
"Ha, you like it baby? Am I making your princess parts feel good?" He mocks, gripping your hair and forcing you to look straight at Fisks announcement. You are so fuck out at this point that you start to go dumb, letting little 'uh huh's leave you as you feel another orgasam approaching fast.
At feeling you clench, Dex slows down for a moment, and you hear him moving around behind you. Then, suddenly, he's pointing the camcorder straight into your face. You can see yourself on the view finder, looking a mess and fucked out, and Dex is just behind you. He hooks his chin over your shoulder as he sloppily thrusts into you, smiling at the camera.
"There, don't want your daddy to miss his little girls face, do we?" He says, before he resumes his relentless pace from before, pulling a loud and surprised moan from you.
You can feel your orgasam build up with the embarrassment and shame you feel over getting pleasure from the man who kidnapped you from your home. You try to hide your face, but Dex just grips your face, forcing you to look. You see yourself on the viewfinder, your eyes struggling not to role back in your head from pleasure, but it's no use as your second orgasam crashes down on you even harder.
"Oh fuck fuck fuck" you moan in increasingly higher pitches, eyes rolling back and whole body shaking from the intensity of it. You can hear Dex loudly groan in your ear as well, as his thrust get sloppy from you gripping him so tight. You can feel the warmth of his ropes of cum shooting into you, filling you up and leaking out the edges.
After a few second of heavy breathing from the both of you, you feel the pressure on your back let up as the camera is removed from your view. Dex leans back and zooms in on your now messy and used cunt, still stuffed with his cock. He slowly pulls put, groaning as his soft cock falls out, followed by some of his cum dripping out of you, down your thighs and onto the floor.
Your body lays there limp, still tied to the table as you try to catch your breath. You feel him run his hand along you in a soothing manner, and it actually does help you as you feel yourself relax into the table more.
Then you hear him talk to the camera once again.
"Don't worry about your little girl, Fisk... I'll be taking good care of her from now on."
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(18+)..... This pic is exactly what cowboy!clark looks like pretending to be a nice, sweet, innocent husband who just wants to love on his precious wife, seconds before he fucks you against the fence in a tight bear hug. He doesnât care one bit about cars possibly driving by or curious cows wandering over to investigate the sounds heâs fucking out of you.
He starts the "hug" off innocently enough; slow, gently rocking side to side while he holds you close, whispering the sweetest things against your ear. Then his hands start drifting lower⊠and lower⊠slipping past the waistband of your jeans until theyâre gripping your bare ass. When you breathlessly ask what heâs doing, he just answers with a deep, rumbling moan right against your ear.
His hands slide down to your thighs, lifting you effortlessly against the rough wooden fence. He yanks your jeans down just enough to free himself and sinks into you to the hilt in one smooth thrust, stretching you open so perfectly it makes your toes curl.
Youâd only gone outside to see what your husband was up to all day; heâd been working the farm since dawn, and youâd missed him. Little did you know, heâd missed you a whole lot more than you thought.
