momo who loves u sm that she just let's you ride her as she's chained to the chair and she's drooling, she's shaking, she's so braindead bc her cock is so sensitive but god you look so good bouncing on her :(( all fucked up and wet n messy :((( your smirk? god just [MUFFLED TIRE SCREECH]
this has been sitting in my draft for days oops
momo's looking anywhere else and her brows are furrowed as she cries. you take her face gently between your hands, forcing her to look at you—her hair is a mess, drool running down from both corners of her mouth and she's whining the most incomprehensible words.
"oh, baby.." you coo, stroking her cheek as your rhythm faltered. she just looks so cute like this, all fucked up because she'd been begging you all day to tie her up and use her. "y-y/n..." she stutters, her hips jerking up ever so slightly as her voice comes out even whinier than before.
you start groping her tits again and it makes her head fall back, letting out a loud groan.
"ah–ah, look at me, baby." you whisper, gently patting momo's cheek. you were considerate, of course, this was near torture for the poor girl! you'd been at her cock for who knows how long, and each time it slipped out your heat it hurt just a bit more.
but momo looks at you and, god, was it always worth it. the sight of you smiling down at her as you used her as your little toy was enough to make her cum again.. you'd both lost track at how many times she came, but you knew you weren't gonna stop until she had nothing left to give.