does anyone else feel like they neeeeed to ride ellie’s strap or maybe they’ll die? bc that’s exactly how i feel 😞
18+, mdni, strap names! (referred to as cock, length, dick…), overstim, no y/n, not proofread, pet names! (sweet girl, babe…), ellie calls r! a naughty girl, fem!r in mind
ellie helping u lower urself down onto her length, hands wrapped around ur thighs to hold them from the back. and she takes her sweet time too, defo holds u up when she’s only like halfway inside, relishing in the way ur breath trembles and ur brows tighten.
i feel like she starts off soooo cocky. like she's genuinely chuckling to herself at how needy u are. "mmm, so wet already? naughty girl..." she rasps out with trained eyes on the way ur slick coats the base of her strap, leaning against the wooden headboard of ur bed. her hands never leave u, not once. i mean, how could they? how could she keep her hands at her side while u take her so good? bouncing up and down on her dick like it's nooobody's business.
she knows ur getting real into it when ur hands come up to grip onto her shoulders, using her as full support while u get drunk on the way she feels inside u. see now in my opinion, ellie is a loser trapped in a hot body... and no matter how hard she tries, her mask will always slip.
she can tell ur close, tell it from the way ur words are completely slurred, the way any words u do manage are all limited to one syllable, the way ur eyes are squeezed tightly shut, tears of pleasure lining the slits of ur eyelids. she's trying so hard to be nonchalant about the way the strap applies the just the right amount of pressure to her swollen clit, but she can't help the way her hips buck up every now and then. her brows are knitted together, and she's trying so hard to keep sweet talking u. her voice is wavering, and if u weren't about to come undone for her, u would tease her relentlessly.
"come on sweet girl- nghh... lemme hear you" she prompts, a needy whimper interrupting her sentence. u pay it no mind, and do as she says. ur nails dig into the soft skin of her shoulders, and u throw ur head back as her name falls from ur lips, gasps following as u slowly ride it out. u keep grinding on her dick, making sure to put all of ur weight into it. ellie gasps at the unexpected pressure as u keep riding her, her hands on ur hips tightening their grip, matching the way ur hands are still grasping at her shoulders.
it's overstimulating as fuck for u, but u don't care. ellie deserves to feel good just as much as u do, despite how much she tells u that ur her priority. "come on els... fuck- keep going” ur voice is low and shaky, but u still don't stop. and ellie? ur confirmation was all she needed.
she picks her pace back up, head rolling from side to side as she takes her bottom lip between her teeth. she makes sure to check on u every few seconds, whether it's peeking her eyes open or just asking u. "you good babe?" and u always respond with a simple hum, eyes glued shut at this point.
it doesn't take her long to get lost in the feeling, and within a minute or so she's giving u her telltale signs she's about to come. every breath she lets out has a whimper shadowing it. ur name is falling constantly from her lips as she reaches her climax, and she shoots upright, burying her face in ur chest as she finishes, her cum seeping into ur bedsheet. she presses sloppy kisses all over u, hands still squeezing the life out of ur thighs, even louder whimpers falling from her lips as she thrusts just a couple more times. u press soft kisses atop her head, ur hands leaving her shoulders to cradle her in ur arms. u stay there for a moment, ellie twitching beneath u everytime u take even the smallest of breaths, the strap still burried deep inside ur cunt.
u eventually dismount her, fluids leaking from ur pussy as u flop beside her. neither of u care, not right now. u crawl up to ellie and lay on her chest, lazy fingers tracing up and down her torso as the two of u still attempt to catch ur breath.
