BAAAABES I HAVE THOTS
Come and fantasy with me (thirst. You have to have thots with me) about this men
This fine men right there.
I want to bite into his beard i dont know why. Its strange. Still want to do it.
And then I want to get that delicious beard burn
And then AND THEN I want to ride him until my legs give Out and he fucks me into the mattress, moking me for thinking I could outlast him or take control
Oh you would try your hardest, but hes got stamina. Far more then you do baby.
You gave it a good try though. Straddling his lap to grind against him while you grinned at him, arms wrapped around his neck while you kissed those full pink lips with soft moans and whimpers while the beard scratched at you. Once in a while you tease, tugging at his chin till he grumbled a warning.
“Keep that up babygirl and see what happens.”
You took that challenge till hands tightened your hips and easily lifts you to fall against the mattress, caging you under a heavy forearm drapped over your belly while he pushed your legs open.
You find out why he kept his beard, let it grow out long and bristled. It burned your inner thighs as he pushed his face into your pussy, licking, nipping, kissing your intimate spot till thighs were quivering against his head, wrapping around his head.
When you came, soaking his beard, he would kiss up your body, using his movements to trace your arousal all over you, licking on your nipples and biting them, slotting hips between your thighs to grind into you.
He will fuck you hard, shameless in making you taste yourself with each searing kiss, grunting into your open mouth about what a good little cunt you had, so tight gripping him all greedy for him.
Hands wrapped around your wrists, making you helpless in his hold. His sheer size just blocked everything else out for you but his flexing shoulders and broad tattoo-covered chest, his weight sinking you into the mattress with every pounding claim.
You thought you could hold out, but Tom drags out orgasm after orgasm, angling to your sweet spot, dragging fingertips against your clit, demanding one more, let his cock feel that sweet pussy squirt all over him.
When your limp, head lolling to hide into the crook of his neck, hes sure to fill your used body with heavy spurts of cum, leaving you dripping, thighs smeared heatedly and all you can do is cling to him with a whine, his words going soft as he wrapped you into his arms, letting you hide into his chest.
“Aww sweet girl, you are so good for me.”
I HAVE LOTS OF THOTS ABOUT THIS MAN.














