HAPPY END OF THE STRIKE OFMDEE BITCHES

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HAPPY END OF THE STRIKE OFMDEE BITCHES
baby making time'? oh I can work with that.
It's hard to move with the weight of a full grown man, who just so happens to have an even larger man resting on him, lying on you. Slowly you try to free yourself, while also trying not to agitate your headache or wake those sharing your bed.
Then it hits you. This isn't your bed.
"Mmmm stop moving it's too early." The one lying on top of you, the one with the curls, he's awake. His voice, deep and rough from sleep and snoring, it's like heaven to your ears. He might still be asleep, his eyes are still shut and he hasn't moved.
"Could you get off me please? I need to use the bathroom." He startles at the sound of your voice, moving away from you like he's been burned. You don't stick around to see if the other man is awake too now. Instead you run for the bathroom, locking the door behind you. The mirror's the fancy kind with automatic lights, so you can't even hide in the dark to panic. Not when right in front of you is your own illuminated reflection.
Bruises litter your body from your jaw to your thighs. Bite marks along your collarbones from two distinct sets of teeth. Dried cum on your thighs.
What happened last night?
Flashes of eating alone, drinking overpriced wine you didn't even like, someone sitting at your table, climbing into an uber, drinking cocktails at a bar, laughing, sitting in someone's lap, climbing into another uber, kissing someone on the backseat, landing in a bed made of marshmallows, more laughing, and then nothing.
"No, no, no." In dispair your sit on the floor, burying your head on your knees. Thats when you see the hand shaped bruise around your ankle.
""Good girl." You're weightless in their hands, they're both so strong they just drag you across the sheets. Papi pulls you across with just a hand around your ankle, until you're close enough for him to lift onto his thick cock.
"I'll never want anyone else in me. You're ruining me Papi." Your head rests limp against his chests as he fucks into you, he's slopply and uncoordinated but so good at fucking you.
Daddy slides up behind you, a hand going for your hip while the other reaches for your pussy. "Why would you want anyone else? We're the ones fucking a baby into you." His finger slides in beside Papi and you can't help but scream.
holy. fuck. 🥵
im begging for more, anon, please, submit it, send a million asks, PLS
i saw a post like 'brain empty....pussy thinking tho' and lemme tell you thats a whole mood whenever i visit this account i love it. my whole mood when lance exists tbh
I want to copy and paste that into all my social media bios like how can I not be this way when Daddy and Papi exist?