daddy art 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖
calling art daddy for the first time while straddling him, letting him hear the crack in your weak voice while you use all your might to grind down on his growing cock. biting his ear and whimpering into it, injecting his brain with your shuddering moans. “art… please i need… i need moreeee… daddy…?” it comes out as a question… uncertain. unknowing how he’ll react. art’s eyes widen, he grips your hips and completely picks you up, switching your positions. he pins you down on the matress by your hips, breathing hot breaths onto your quivering navel. he’s slow, he drags his slyly smirking face up up up all the way to your ear where he whispers, “say that again for me.” you don’t completely know what’s happening, what’s gotten into your boyfriend, but you know you’re liking it. you feel your heat tighten as he moves his hands down, playing with your ass while he rubs his cheek against your own. “d… daddy….? do you like it when i call you that, art?” you respond, unsure of what you’re feeling.
“what do you think, baby?” he whispers, giggling, sitting himself up while still on top of you, ripping his shirt off. while there, he admires your soft look. the way your eyes wander over his body as if you’ve never seen it before. he feels precum gather at his tip in his tightened boxers while he stares at your soft, over-kissed, puffy lips. oh how they would feel around him right now.
here’s a draft i don’t know how to finish!! (feel free to send in some ideas for this brainfart xx)
