The bed creaked below you, threatening to break like you do on Arlecchino's cock. Her cock made quick work on making you squirt again and again in under 15 minutes. The sound of your sexes colliding and mixing fluids as your skin slap against each other.
𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘱...𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘱... 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘱
She's positively stretching you out, your cunt threatening to squirt again. Her relentless pounding and skin grabbing made you squirm and made your mind cloud with lust and sensations. Arlecchino touched you in ways you didn't know you craved; in ways you didn't even know you could be touched.
"Knave please..." You plead. "So tired...so full of cum.."
"Not full yet." Arlecchino said as she grabbed your hips, colliding you faster. "I want to see my cum drip out from you even as I fuck you."
"Knave..." You whimpered and held the bed frame. You were sure you'd lose your breath, trying to keep up with her. Your thighs and legs are soaked with your own juices, a testament of her ministrations being too good to true.
"𝘍𝘶𝘶𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘬... 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥...𝘩𝘮𝘱𝘧.." you thought to your self, biting your lip as her cock head hit your sweet spot. Your hips buckled as Arlecchino hilted herself so deep inside of you, shooting thick ropes of her cum in your aching cunt again. But no, she didn't stop moving despite the sensitivity.
"𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬...𝘩-𝘩𝘯𝘨.." you thought as you closed your eyes, as another orgasm hit your body, making your womb feel hollow yet so full. You let out a breathy moan.
"Y-yes...yes..." You moaned, digging your nails on her back as she kept thrusting. "Knave..."
"We won't stop until this house," she referred to your womb. "..is full of my children."
Suddenly, her eyes reddened and her thrusts became so rough. She grunted harshly, pounding and fucking your hard and rough.
"Ohh yes! Yes Knave!" You moaned loudly, wrapping your legs on her hips, taking every harsh thrusting from the woman above you. "Fuck- hmgh-" you choked a little as Arlecchino's hand wrapped around your throat.
"Take it. Fucking take it!" She grunted with a low growk as her pace didn't seem to falter, unlike your walls, fluttering around the shape of her huge cock. Your eyes rolled. "Don't you dare spill a drop or I'll put another load-!"
You moaned- screamed at every thrust.
"That's it. Tell me how bad you want to be bred over and over again, doll." She said as she lifted your hips, trying to move deeper. Your eyes widened.
"Knave fill me up! Y-your cum- I-it's gonna make me feel so good- agh!" You begged, desperately. "Cum inside...cum inside..- mph!"
Arlecchino sealed your lips with her as you felt her cock twitch and unload inside your tight needy pussy. You chuckle into the intense kissing. She pulled out, and your walls clenched on nothing, trying to familiarize the feeling of being empty. You sighed out of relief.
The two of you are then thrown off motion when the bed suddenly descended- both the front legs of the bed gave in and collapsed. It must've been the back and forth swaying. You look at Knave
"..."
"... pfft." Arlecchino tried to stop herself from chuckling. "Let's get you cleaned up."
i’m so glad you like it 😆 i was pretty hesitant on writing more for him since not a lot of people would send feedback on my posts for him. i’ll definitely write more for him once i finish my stsg 3some post
So long as I get to spend more time with you, I think I'm okay with the double date thing. Guess that means we're sticking around a bit. Also, would you please tell Nicole that Sam is bouncing in his seat awaiting her answer? (But don't tell him I told you that) - Dean W.
I can't complain about that! Stick around for as long as you want, especially if it means you're here with me. :)
what do u think of eleven i think shes so pretty and u should write for her
First thing I thought of when I saw this beautiful lady:
Phone. Sex.
In all seriousness though, I love her voice. Most of my friends say it felt like it's trying hard but her voice (her ENG Voice) fitted the role so much!
Imagine you having a thing for voices. You've been itching to find that really really good kind of voice to listen to until you tuned in to her 3 AM radio show. That's what her voice felt. Especially with the spooky theme of her event. I think it's perfect. I wouldn't imagine this woman with a dOmMy MoMmY voice because her voice already suits her.
Now... what to write with her...
Phone sex.
Quite literally my thought. She definitely enjoys listening to you moan through the phone— especially if there's a distance between the two of you and you're aching to feel her all over your body. She'd instruct you how to touch yourself for her, she'd say the filthiest things as she hears your wet fucking pussy squelch as you touch yourself. The phone sex would only make you hungrier for her touch, but I guess this will suffice for now.
She'd definitely call you in your office as you work and tease you—
OAJWHABSBA could u.please write breeding with Zoya more
No because my page will turn into a Zoya breedfest if I do that.
Pounding your tight pussy as she pleases— you gasped some more as she kept thrusting and depositing more cum into your already full womb. You don't know how she's not tired after cumming so many times, and you want to tap out.
The problem is, her cockhead had started to hit your g-spot again. It made your knees weak and legs shape. No energy to push Zoya away as she thrusted with no care.
You squirted and along your juices, her cum exited your pussy. Zoya spanked you and grunted.
"I'll have to start all over again." She said. What the hell does she mean 'start all ove—
There goes Zoya, hilting herself so deep and thrusting so hard. Your mind is clouded with lust, and it started to feel soooo good, and so, for the entirety of dawn, you let Zoya fold you and breed you again and again until she collapsed beside you.
— She'll definitely deposit a load at least once a day.
— Langley established from the start that breeding is a kink to her, and that she's currently not trying for children, which you share sentiments with.
— That said, Langley is very insatiable but with limits. She doesn't force you to take more in if you're already so full.
— Surprisingly very calm during sex, even if it's punishing time.
— Her cum is sticky, very sticky and thick. You tried to swallow her load once, and it felt like swallowing jelly. It's not unhealthy but it's definitely something to remember.
— Her cum tastes a little salty. Like a pinch of salt over cucumber. A random thought you had.
— Back to breeding, ahem.
— One time after fucking, she came so much inside you that it kept trailing out of your pussy.
— "Gods, you came too much", "Sorry. I'm just really pent up, honey."
— After every session, she makes sure you are well taken care off. She cuddles you and/or hum to you as she stroked your hair. It's a routine. You feel comfortable with this setup with Langley, and you wouldn't want it any other way.
Possessive and jealous Zoya. Do what you want with that.
Because she didn't have anything in her childhood so now that she has something (someone) she's not letting them or it go.
OMFG.
Growing up in a chaos-ran place, being picked up by random strangers she'll look up to only to be abandoned or left behind. Zoya took it upon herself to learn that there is no point to attach herself to anyone, fearing the feeling of being left behind and let down again. That's how she persevered and climbed up to where she is now.
Until you came. You fucked her up, and now, it's like she never knew a life before you. Was it ever living though? Having to fend for herself and feeling the pain even to this day?
She's trying to not be overbearing but you're always under her watchful gaze. It's suffocating, yes, but you try to understand her. Zoya's been through enough, and you've decided to let her have this one thing so she would feel reassured.
Zoya is VERY possessive. VERY jealous. Anyone who looks your way will get a glare or two. Anyone who talks about you gets a sarcastic comment. This woman is holding on to you like a child with her favourite doll. She didn't have anything of her own to keep, and she had finally found something worth to keep; something she wanted and needed to keep.
So imagine when she heard that a colleague of yours had made you blush today in office. Oh just how her eyebrows furrow and her mood soured. She'll be scowling, trying to figure out just why and how that colleague made you blush. Will that colleague continue until they eventually capture your heart? Is that colleague better than her? Will the colleague manage to take you away? Will you leave Zoya—
Zoya is very out of mood now. It was immature and childish to overthink such topic but the woman couldn't help it. The last thought had her holding on to her breath. Will you find someone else and leave her?
When you came home, Zoya was extra touchy and... well, interrogative. She had asked you how your day went, how was everything, did a colleague made you uncomfortable and then— "I heard a colleague made you blush today."
Why does she even know that?
You chuckled at this and brushed it off, it was part of Zoya that you're used to. The colleague had mentioned a funny thing, and you turn red when you laugh. As simple as that.
Zoya nodded and just chuckled. So her overthinking was for nothing then? Good. It means you won't leave her, abandon her and find someone better, right? You won't leave her because she's enough, right—
After paragraphs and paragraphs of reassuring words, Zoya comes back to her senses, and mutters apologies to you in a low voice. As if being too prideful but also wanting to say sorry.
"You're the best for me, Zoya." You said, and Zoya let herself feel those affectionate words. Maybe you weren't going to leave her dead in the ditch as long as you two communicate and try.
