there’s something abt a character fucking the stress out of reader that scratches an itch in my brain. like one set of fingers in the mouth with drool coming out, the other pulling their hair, eyes glazed over and not a single thought going through their head bc the only thing on your mind now is your next orgasm and the constant rhythm of their throbbing dick pounding you…legs so weak that you’ve just collapsed into the mattress but they just keep going bc they’re not convinced that all of that tension is gone. Even though they’ve made you come so many times that they’re barely fitting anymore and your pussy is so overly sensitive it feels like you’re going fall apart at any minute—







