[sturnsalcohol]

────★──── australian. she/her. chris girl. travis scott enthusiast. sturniolo triplets. bisexual. american horror story. black clothes. french tips. matcha. lil skies. madison beer. spotify. sza. dom corleo. carti. brown lip liner. gold jewellery. black eyeliner.

[sturnsdoll]

i love when he poses like this he knows he’s a slut like

[chrismalfoy]

rewatching the vid and i’m SO DOWN BAD

[pinkbabydolly]

megan fox 2007

[submattsmxmmy]

Yk I’m so hungry I could eat a new stepbro!Chris fic…

dinner is served! I hope you didn't starve while I was gone. 🍽

roughdom!stepbro!chris x bratty!stepsis!reader

🖤 content warning: 🖤 smut, stepcest, panty stealing, m!masturbation, getting caught, vouyerism, ripped clothing, dacryphilia, dirty talk, degradation, rough unprotected sex

🖤 summary: 🖤 chris gets caught jerking off with your underwear in the bathroom while he thinks you're at work! but he's not gonna let you get away with just watching.

back at it again with another filthy, nasty, sexy smut - please don't read if stepcest isn't your thing !

dividers by @/strangergraphics

holdyourbreath

chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 |

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It was a quiet Monday around 8 p.m., and the sun was fading in the distance, bathing your hometown in a soft twilight glow. You were working another late night at the diner, rolling silverware and waiting for it to pick up.

Meanwhile, Chris was home alone with his dirty thoughts. It wasn't long after he'd started fantasizing about you that he found himself standing in front of the sink upstairs in your shared bathroom, a pair of your silky underwear wrapped around his cock.

He'd tried to wait until the end of your shift, but he'd lost the battle this particular evening. He needed release now.

One hand was firmly gripping the edge of the granite countertop while the other was fiercly pumping his length back and forth with the soft fabric of your panties. The hem of his Nine Inch Nails shirt was clenched in between his teeth as he held it out of his way.

His vision was fixed on the way the red silk slipped easily over the tip of his cock, triggering a bit of clear fluid to leak out of his slit. He stared down at the wet spot he left on the front of your panties, a textured whimper escaping his lips.

Chris was usually tough and dominant in bed, but when it came to his solo sessions with your lingerie, he was a trembling, moaning mess at the mercy of his own willpower which was about as flimsy as the fabric of your panties.

His eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he started to thrust his hips forward, rutting his sensitive tip into the folds of the material. The sensation of the smooth, silky material against his swollen head caused him to release the hem of his shirt, his jaw falling open as he tipped his head back. More delighted sounds poured from his succulent lips.

He stroked himself through the fabric of your panties, his cock twitching in response as his thumb grazed the most tender spot. His gaze dropped back to the way he was working his hand back and forth, using your panties to elevate every touch.

"That's it. Take it like a little fuckin' slut," he groaned, imagining the material were you - your velvety mouth, your warm cunt, your perfect ass, even the space between your breasts. His mind was flooded with thoughts of you.

He recalled the first time he saw you in these specific panties. It was right after you'd moved in. It was long before the two of you had ever slept together. You were laying on your bed with your feet kicked up, reading a book, and the red silk was poking out from under your black leather skirt that was beginning to ride up.

When you'd noticed him staring between your legs in your mirror, you'd whipped your head around with a disgusted look on your face, rolling your eyes and tugging your skirt over the red material. "Stop staring at me like that. I'm your sister," you'd snarked.

"Stepsister," he had corrected you with a smirk. You'd given him a scorned expression and scoffed in response to his gross comment.

The fact that you'd been so repulsed by him had turned him on even more. He'd shuffled off to his room with an aching erection after that to furiously masturbate to the idea of you in nothing but those panties sprawled out on his bed.

It was the first time he'd gotten off to the thought of you. He'd vowed ever since that night that he was going to get his hands on those pretty panties of yours and keep them for himself. He hoped they wouldn't be missed after snatching them from your underwear drawer.

It was several months later now, and Chris had managed to keep his little secret without you noticing they were gone. That was, until today.

Little did Chris know, the entire time he'd been leaned over the bathroom sink, getting himself off with your panties, you'd been standing a few feet away while you watched him in the reflection of the mirror through a crack in the door.

Due to the slow night at work, you'd been cut two hours early from your shift. When you'd pulled up and seen that Chris was the only person home, you'd decided to sneak up on him, maybe give him a jump scare. What you didn't expect to be met with was the scene playing out in front of you.

A smirk curled across your lips as you leaned up against the banister, your eyes fixed on Chris and the way he pumped himself back and forth, moaning like a little bitch. The pleasure he felt was evident on his face, desire inscribed into his features.

He started to pant, staring down at the silky red fabric draped around his perfect mushroom-shaped tip. He could feel all his muscles contracting, the veins in his arm popping out, and the coil in his stomach threatening to snap.

"Mmm. Fuck," he quietly mumbled under his shaky breath in his vulnerability, completely unaware of the audience he had. "Don't stop." His voice was taking on a whiny tone, his chest rising and falling more rapidly with every breath.

You continued to watch silently in awe of him, admiring how he looked and sounded. You squeezed your thighs together, the sight going straight to your clit.

Suddenly, Chris' eyes flicked up to meet yours in the mirror, immediately bringing his strokes a stop. "Shit!" He said, his cheeks turning pink at the fact that he'd been caught in the act. His cock pulsed in his grasp.

He'd never admit it out loud, but he secretly liked the way your eyes were glued to him.

"No wonder I haven't seen those in a minute," you chuckled, crossing your arms over your chest and raising an eyebrow as your gaze fell to the red silk that was still wrapped around his cock.

"You've just been watchin' me? For how long?" He barked as he turned around to face you, running his fingers through his hair, completely breathless.

"Long enough," you smirked, taking a few steps closer to him.

"That all you gonna do? Watch?" Chris growled, still holding his cock in his hand.

"Maybe," you replied, flicking your eyes back up to meet his.

"Yeah? We'll see about that," he replied in an ominous tone. "Get into the bathroom and start stripping. Now," he demanded.

You looked at him with wide eyes, nodding as you did as you were told. You stepped into the bathroom, kicking off your shoes, untying your apron, and starting to undo your belt. Chris closed the door behind the two of you as your clothes landed in a pile at your feet. He took off his t-shirt, discarding it onto the floor as well.

You were still unbuttoning your black top when Chris lunged forward, taking your panties and stuffing them into your mouth. The taste of his precum on the fabric lingered on your tastebuds.

He hooked his arms around your waist, propping you up on the edge of the sink as he ripped your buttons open the rest of the way. His soft lips grazed your neck as he started to kiss your sensitive skin, his hands prying open your legs.

You bit down on the silky material between your teeth as Chris ripped the pair of the panties you were wearing off, the sound of tearing fabric filling the otherwise quiet house. He wasted no time before he slid his cock inside of you with an animalistic groan.

"You naughty little thing. You get all wet just from watchin'?" He cooed into your ear between his staggered breaths. He roughly cupped your breast in his right hand as he started to rhythmically rock his hips, pinching your nipple through your bra and making you cry out, your moans muffled by the panties stuffed in your mouth.

"Sh, sh, sh," he hushed you, his thrusts never faltering. "Just take it."

You hooked your arms around his neck, pinning your eyes shut as you nodded. He continued to fuck you brutally, hips snapping forward and bruising the insides of your thighs.

His face was buried in the crook of your neck, the aroma of your strawberry-scented shampoo filling his senses. He deeply inhaled, cherishing how good you smelled despite having worked all day. You could already feel yourself tightening around him, dragging your acrylic nails across his back as you tried to hold on.

"You gonna cum on my cock already?" He chuckled, glancing at the reflection of your body in the mirror, appreciating your curves. His hand found its way into your hair while the other still gripped your breast. Tears started to form in your eyes from how overwhelmed with pleasure you felt, whimpers still dampened by the silk cloth between your teeth.

"That's it. Cum all over your stepbrother's cock," Chris rasped into your ear. "I know you wanna. Can feel you squeezin' me."

His hot breath ghosted over your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine. You couldn't take anymore. The way Chris pistoned his cock into you over and over again, coupled with the seductive sound of his voice and his rough hands, had you trembling violently.

Chris felt you go limp in his arms as you finished, your body surrendering over to the intense feeling. Chris pulled away to look at you, gripping both sides of your head with his hands. Mascara-stained tears streamed down your face, making him even harder.

"So fuckin' pretty when you cry for me," he commented in a sweet-sounding tone, his eyes dropping to the red silk still waded up in your mouth that was coated with your saliva. "You think I can make you cum on my cock again before I fill up this pretty pussy?" He asked, glancing down at the messy white ring around the base of his length you'd left behind from your first orgasm.

You cried out in pleasure, nodding as Chris maintained his stamina, his thick rod pounding you over and over. You started to contract around him again, passing the point of no return. You squeezed your legs around his waist, your nails digging into the skin of his back as he pulled another orgasm from you.

This time, he couldn't hold himself back. He jolted his hips forward, burying every inch inside of your warm cunt. His cock started to twitch, his hot, thick load pumping you full as he finished, moans and profanities pouring from his lips.

The two of you stayed there for a moment, breathless and satisfied until Chris slowly pulled himself out of you. He smiled, admiring the torn fabric that still clung to your thighs. He watched his cum slowly drip out of you as you pulsed around nothing.

"Such a little fuckin' slut. Lettin' me take you whenever I want," he purred, eyes flicking back up to your flushed cheeks that were streaked in black makeup. He pulled the red, silk underwear from out of your mouth, balling it up in his fist. "I'll hold onto these, hmm?"

"Chris, I'm not gonna have any panties left if you keep doing this shit," you breathlessly chuckled.

"And I'm not gonna have any skin left," Chris joked, spinning around and glancing over his shoulder at his reflection in the mirror. Long, red marks covered his back, some of them bleeding. "I knew I shoulda tied you up or somethin'."

[malsmind]

silver jewelry

𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘰 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

contains ➛ ⋆ fingering ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ praising ⋆ sensory play (?) ⋆

𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦!

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you’d never actually asked him about it. the bracelet. thick, silver chain. worn and softened over years, dulled just slightly with use but still catching the light in quick flashes when he moved. it sat snug on his wrist like it belonged there, like it was part of him.

you didn’t know when he got it or why he never took it off. but it was always there. and you noticed it.

always.

you noticed it when you were in bed, curled against him, his arm draped lazily over your waist. the cool metal pressed to your skin through the sheets. you noticed it when he ran his fingers through your hair, combing slow and gentle, the faint clink of chain barely audible but enough to make your stomach flutter.

but the times you noticed it the most—were when he touched you like that.

your back was pressed to the headboard, legs spread open over his lap. you were already wet—had been since the moment he kissed you, deep and slow, until you melted. and now his hand was between your thighs, working you open with two long fingers, pumping in a steady rhythm that made your hips rock without you even realizing it. the sound of your moans filled the room, breathless and desperate, mixing with the wet schlick each time his fingers slid in and out.

and over it all—barely noticeable at first—was the faint jingle of his bracelet.

every time his hand flexed, every time his wrist shifted just enough for the chain to move, the sound threaded through your haze of pleasure. you didn’t even mean to moan at that—but you did.

“yeah?” his voice was low, amused, like he already knew what was going through your head. “you like that?”

you could only whimper, hips jerking when his thumb pressed harder against your clit. the bracelet jingled again, sharp in your ears over the mess he was making between your thighs. you didn’t have to answer—he already knew.

another night, another mess.

you were straddling him, knees on either side of his hips, trying to take him all the way down but struggling—because fuck, he was big. his hands gripped your hips, steadying you, guiding your movements. and you could feel it. the bracelet. cool against the soft skin of your waist, shifting with every push and pull of his hands as he helped you grind down on him.

each time you sank lower, the metal grazed you, sending little sparks up your spine that had nothing to do with his cock buried inside you—and everything to do with him. the way he wore it like it was part of him. the way it was touching you just as much as he was. you clenched around him without meaning to, earning a sharp groan from deep in his chest.

“so fuckin’ tight, shit,” he muttered, hands squeezing harder.

the bracelet pressed harder into your skin. you didn’t know if he noticed the way your breathing hitched because of it. you didn’t know if he realized it made you grind harder, faster, chasing that burn. but you had a feeling he did.

and then there were nights like this.

when he had you face-down, ass up, the mattress dipping under your weight as he fucked you from behind—hard enough that the slapping of skin was loud, sharp, echoing in your ears with each thrust. his grip on your hips was unrelenting, dragging you back to meet him each time.

and still—over the sound of your moans, over the slap of his hips against your ass—you heard it.

the bracelet.

louder than usual this time, the jingle sharp each time his wrist moved with the force of him pounding into you. it was driving you crazy. you moaned into the pillow, fingers gripping the sheets so tight your knuckles ached.

“fuckin’ love this pussy,” he groaned, the bedframe creaking with the pace he set.

your ass stung from the slap of his hips, the stretch of him inside you making your legs shake—but that sound—his bracelet—was like a trigger, each jingle winding the coil inside you tighter and tighter.

you didn’t tell him. you never did. you never told him that it turned you on more than it should. that you thought about it when you were alone, imagined that sound paired with the feel of his hands on you.

and you didn’t have to.

because chris? chris knew.

you felt it in the way his hand slid up your back mid-thrust, the bracelet dragging across your skin on purpose this time. you heard it when he adjusted his grip just to make the chain shift, just to let you hear it.

and when you came, hard, trembling, body clenching around him, you swore you heard the faintest chuckle in his breath. he never asked. never brought it up. but some nights, when you were laid out under him, still shaking, his bracelet cool against your overheated skin, you thought maybe you didn’t need him to.

[chrismalfoy]

OH MY FUCKING GOD

[deloresdoll]

you're fucking lying she's perfect.

I'm so gay

[sturnstars5]

honestly mood

[jacksonsturniolo-deactivated202]

seriously fuck trump and all you bitches that support him.

[sturnsflirt]

hot take those DESPERATE desperate sturniolo fans scare me. SO SORRY BUT like okay why are we studying their breathing pattern during a video and then mention "this is how they groan while having sex" like ???? like tell me why chris can fart in a video and they'd assume this is how they'd moan your name in morse code.

[vxnitra]

Credit: @vxnitra

[submattsmxmmy]

roughdom!stepbro!chris x brattysub!stepsister!reader

🖤 content warning: 🖤 smut, stepsibling kink, f!masturbation, getting caught, praise, degradation/humiliation, rough fucking, squirting

🖤 summary: 🖤 chris finds out you've been withholding some information from him, and he teaches you a little lesson about what happens when you make him feel emasculated

hiiii it's @ariestrxsh ! dropping this on my second account for the controversial content. if you don't fw stepcest, don't read this !

dividers by @/strangergraphics

holdyourbreath

chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | (ongoing)

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It was a late summer night, and Chris had just shuffled through the front door after fiddling with his housekey, his basketball tucked under one arm. He lazily kicked off his Nikes near the entrance, leaving them in an inconvenient spot in the middle of the walkway like he frequently did.

He mindlessly left his keys on the kitchen counter where he'd forget he put them the next morning when he'd go to leave the house. He ran his fingers through his messy, grown out hair as he ascended the stairs, his tank top clinging to his sweat-covered chest.

He made his way down the hall, tossing his basketball into his bedroom before he trailed back down to the other end where the bathroom was. The door was shut, the light was on, and the shower was already running, every indication that it was already in use, but he entered anyway.

You were so busy with your dildo that was suction cupped to the shower wall that you didn't hear him come in, but he definitely heard you. You sank back onto the silicone that filled you to the hilt, your moans spilling out of you as it hit your pleasure spot.

"Hey sis. Havin' fun without me?" Chris' voice startled you, pulling you out of your fantasies that were, coincidentally, all about him.

You quickly threw your hand over your mouth, silencing your whimpers. You paused your movements, leaning back onto the dildo so it was completely hidden inside of you. Chris laughed on the other side of the curtain, pulling off his clothes and stripping down to his boxers. "Hello? Anybody in there?"

"Chris! What the hell are you doing in here?" You frantically asked, freezing like a deer in the headlights.

"You tell me what you're doin' in here first," he smirked, pulling back your shower curtain. His gaze narrowed in suspicion when he saw you nervously standing with your back against the shower wall. "What? You don't want my help?" He asked, giving you a puzzled look.

It wasn't like you to shoo him out of your shower and turn down his offer for sex. "I-I just wasn't expecting you home so soon," you managed to spit out after a moment of hesitation.

"What? Why you actin' weird?" He wondered aloud. You swallowed the lump in your throat, trying to figure out what to say.

It's not necessarily that you were embarrassed or that you didn't want Chris to know you were using a dildo. It was more about the size of it. Chris had casually mentioned a few times that he didn't mind you owning sex toys, but he did mind you owning sex toys that made his dick look small in comparison, and you knew he'd be less than thrilled to see a nine-inch silicone cock sticking to the shower wall.

"Nah, what are you hidin'?" Chris demanded, growing mistrustful of your out-of-character behavior.

"Chris. Please-" you started to say, but he snaked his fingers around your neck and tugged you closer to him, pulling you off of your toy. His eyes widened, and his smile fell when he saw it - veiny, realistic, and bigger than him. You knew you were in trouble.

"What the hell is that thing?" Chris asked, glaring at you before his eyes traveled back to the silicone toy that was bobbing behind you.

"Can we just not make a big deal out of it?" You asked, trying to put yourself between Chris and your toy and praying that he wouldn't notice the one detail about it that would set him off. However, the look on his face, his tightened jaw, his flared nostrils, and his furrowed brow told you that he had already noticed.

"Answer me," he told you through clenched teeth, tightening his grip on you. "What is that?"

"A dildo," you timidly answered.

"That's not just any dildo. That's a fuckin' monster cock. Jesus." He bore through you with his intimidating stare. "How long have you been hidin' that thing from me, hmm?"

Your gaze flicked up to meet his, your cheeks flushed and red. "Not long," you bluffed, shaking your head.

Chris reached into the shower and shut off the water. "You're lying," he replied, his intense blue eyes fixed on you. His lips were contorted in a contemptuous smirk as he awaited your response.

You gave him a half-hearted shrug, looking everywhere except at him with your bottom lip caught between your teeth. You couldn't tell him that you'd had it since before your parents had moved in together. In fact, with how much poking around he'd done in your room in the past year, it was a miracle he hadn't stumbled upon it sooner.

Chris couldn't believe you. First, you'd blackmailed him into being submissive for you. And now this.

You started to shiver, standing in the shower like a wet dog. Chris never took his eyes off of you. "You take it all?" He asked you, his voice dripping with lust.

"What?" You responded, your eyes flicking back up at him, caught off guard by his question.

"You know what I'm askin' ya. Don't play dumb, ya little slut. You take it all?" He repeated himself, which he hated doing. You stared back at him blankly, trembling. "Not gonna gimme an answer, huh?" Chris asked, loosening his grasp on you. "Why don't you show me then?"

Your eyebrows flew up, and your jaw slightly fell open at his order. You expected a lot of reactions from Chris. This wasn't one of them.

"You heard me," he told you, reaching for your face and stroking your cheek. You glanced down and noticed his growing erection that was starting to tent in his underwear.

You dumbly nodded, lining the toy up with your entrance again and sinking back onto it. Chris watched the pleasure wash over your face as you took it all.

"Wow. So all those times you told me I was too big, you were just sayin' it to stroke my ego, huh?" Chris asked, palming his bulge through his boxers. "Lyin' little slut. Seems like you can take a lot more than you let on."

Your face grew warm as he gawked at you, a smirk creeping into his dark expression. You started to bounce on the toy a little, loving the way the silicone filled you and how it pressed against your g-spot with every subtle movement you made. However, Chris thought you were enjoying yourself a little too much, and his smile quickly faded.

"Stop," he ordered you with the kind of tone you'd never dare question. You did as he said, pausing your movements. "You really like that toy, don't you?" He asked you in a soft coo.

You slowly nodded, your eyes locked onto his. "It's my favorite one."

"Well, that's a damn shame, isn't it?" He said, reaching up and gently stroking your face. "I mean, y'don't think I'm gonna let ya keep it, do ya?" He chuckled, shaking his head.

"But Chris," you pouted, batting your eyelashes at him with your big, round eyes.

"Awh. Don't be like that. C'mon. Give it to me," he sternly told you, holding out his hand. You hesitated for a moment, but you obeyed him, unsticking the dildo from the shower wall with a pop. You handed it over reluctantly, parting with your favorite toy, probably forever.

Chris snatched it from you, and he brought it up to your lips. "C'mon, pretty girl. Clean it off for me, first."

You gave him a look of disgust and tilted your head away, but he grabbed you by your jaw and forced you to face him. He gave you an unamused look as he tried to wedge the toy between your lips again.

You slowly parted them, and he slipped the dildo into your mouth, filling your tastebuds with your own flavor. He gave you a sadistic smile, watching your face flush with embarrassment as he pushed the toy in further. "Atta girl. Suck it clean for me, hmm?" He cooed, holding eye contact the entire time.

You nodded, hollowing your cheeks as you suckled on it. He worked the toy in and out of your mouth, eliciting a soft gagging sound from you. "Good girl, choke on it for me," Chris encouraged you.

His dick throbbed as tears started to well in your eyes, your lips stretching around the silicone cock and spit gathering in the corners of your mouth. "Fuckin' take it. Good girl," Chris praised you.

You hummed around the toy, your gaze locked on his as you clenched around nothing. He smirked, pulling it back out after you'd sucked it clean, a string of saliva hanging from the toy as he slipped it out from behind your lips.

"So fuckin' pathetic. You're such a slut, you'd let me do anything to ya," Chris proudly said, chuckling at the humiliating positions you were willing to put yourself in just because your stepbrother said so. He loved that about you.

"I'll be holding onto this for you," Chris smirked down at the toy you'd shamelessly sucked clean. "Finish up your shower. Your ass is mine once you're done," Chris winked at you with a seductive look in his eye, turning the water back on and yanking the curtain closed.

All you could think about as you stood under the warm water was Chris and what he had waiting for you when you were finished. You just knew he wasn't gonna go easy on you.

And he didn't.

No more than ten minutes later, he had you on all fours in his room, fist in your wet hair while he took you roughly from behind. You choked out a moan as Chris' hips rhythmically slammed against you, your ass rippling with every powerful thrust.

"Whats th'matter, hmm? My eight-inch cock not enough for you?" He panted next to your ear in a fake sweet voice.

"N-no, that's not it," you protested.

"Then what is it, hmm? Greedy girl," he purred, following it up with a dark chuckle as he strengthened his grip on your hair.

"I-" You started to say, but you cut yourself off with a squeal as his other hand came down full force, harshly slapping your ass.

"You what?" He teased you, knowing he was fucking you so dumb that you couldn't even form a whole sentence.

"I-" You started again, but your eyes were rolling back into your head, and you couldn't focus on anything besides the pure bliss you felt from Chris driving his cock into your pleasure spot with extreme precision over and over.

He laughed at you. "Well, no matter how big it is, you could never fuck yourself on that fake cock as good as I can fuck you," Chris grunted.

And he was right.

He sped up his deep strokes, his hips jolting forward at a relentless pace. He released your hair from his grip and pushed your head down onto his bed, your left cheek pressed into the mattress as he drilled into you. Hard.

"Say it. Tell me my cock satisfies you better than any toy could," Chris growled, mercilessly pounding into you from behind.

"Y-you f-fuck me b-better," you managed to squeak out in between whimpers.

Chris chuckled. "That's what I thought."

You clenched around him, your moans reaching a crescendo, as did the sound of skin slapping against skin. You couldn't see, talk, or think straight, and you felt yourself getting closer each time he rammed his tip into your gspot.

A smile curled on your lips as you finally reached your climax, but this wasn't just any typical climax. This one, you felt deeper in your core with more force behind it.

Your body writhed beneath Chris, succumbing to the power he had over you. You came undone, squirting onto him and coating his cock in your fluids. Your cunt rhythmically pulsed around his length as he moved in and out of you.

He'd only made you squirt a couple times before, so he couldn't hold back the satisfaction in his voice when he spoke again. "That's it. Good fuckin' girl. I bet your toy's never made you do that before, hmm?" He cooed, glancing down at the mess you made on him with a smug smile.

"Nuh uh. Never," you said breathlessly, shaking your head no.

"That's my girl. C'mon. Lemme use your pretty pussy just a little longer," Chris whispered, holding your hips still and pounding into you while he chased his own orgasm.

After a few more intense thrusts, he was filling you with his hot, sticky seed as he buried his cock completely inside your warm cunt. Profanities and loud moans poured from his lips, his head tipped back and eyes screwed shut as he emptied every last bit into you.

He slowly pulled out, admiring how pretty you looked with your ass sticking in the air and his cum slowly drooling out of your pussy. "Your sweet cunt is all mine. See? I marked it," he softly spoke, taking his two fingers and pushing his cum back into your hole to keep it from spilling out of you any more. You sharply inhaled at the sensation.

He made you feel so dirty in the best possible way.

He devilishly grinned, knowing the effect he had on you. "I will tell you what you get to put in here, sweetheart, and I say no toys that are bigger than me. Got it?"

[naughtyandnicerpmemes]

Reblog if you're bored and you want anons.

Or non-anons. Whatever works for you!

[bl0odkid-deactivated20251001]

Pls

[imheaveninhiding]

if you see me getting manipulated by a dirty blond ghost boy with a questionable backstory, leave me alone, i’m where i want to be.

[sunrisemill]

I mean that’s what I’m saying

[ciena15july]

i don't feel sad, i don't feel anything.