⸝ randy orton đ thigh riding (mdni)
douchebag randy orton more affectionally known as your husband. heâs nursing yet another shoulder injury sidelining his career for up to six months.
the match at one night stand against triple h being to much for the viper dislocating his shoulder and sensitive joints in the process. a testament to then eight years in the business with many more to come.
thankfully youâre home in st louis the road a distant memory and tumultuous compared to the quaint home youâve perfected these past months.
his favorite meal medium rare steak with garlic mashed potatoes garnished with parsley fulfilling his appetite.
the plates and silverware sitting in sudsy water awaiting a wash while randy watched mankind fall from the sixteen foot steel cage.
one of his favorite matches compared to his own with the madman. insanity you thought the love for the business unmatched for the brutality, who could possibly survive that let alone continue the match was horrifying.
you had rules about wrestling while at home, no conversations, no training, and obviously no watching but you let him break all three.
rehab and happiness is all you afforded him these days. arguing and increasing his irritability wasnât the fight you wanted not that you would win anyway.
heâs landing small kisses to your temple fingers sending shivers down your spine as he teases your curves.
nothing to the imagination in your red lace teddy complimenting your coffee skin.
your hair is braided secured by a ponytail as curly strands frame your face, doe eyes delighted with the sensation.
âI love you.â heâs sincere lifting your chin with a finger while pressing his lips against yours.
causally his tongue slips into your mouth surrendering to the dominance as mint invades your senses.
heâs different sweet as you would describe. maybe itâs the medication, but youâre not used to this behavior.
sure he can be romantic, patient at times but heâs not the same man. disrespect, and arrogance is all you know while of course being the greatest of all time in your regard.
your now placed in his lap a swift motion as the kiss takes your breath away. a grey tank showcasing his muscles , veins bulging underneath the tattoos you adore.
black compression shorts hanging from his waist. leg day never disappointing judging by his tan thighs. he smells so good sandalwood with the undertones of vanilla itâs alluring.
he pulls back from the kiss captivated by your appearance lipgloss smudged, nipples erect, and rocking your clothed clit against his thigh. shoulder brace moving as he rests his back against the leather couch smiling to himself.
âuse your words tell me what you want.â he spoke the grinding on his thigh noticeable as his dick stirred aching for release he hasnât felt in months.
the sling and recurring pain making sex uncomfortable to say the least. but tonight heâll see how much you need.
âthighâ you moan the word simply not enough as his breath fans your neck sucking the delicate skin and biting down amused with the scream you produce. âI want to ride your thigh.â you try again this time earning a smack to the ass.
âgood girl.â he comments ripping the soaked fabric of your thong if you could call it that.
youâre pleased with his strength while heâs attentive rock hard and letting your white acrylics smooth over his short raven hair.
heâs in control the smell of your sweet little pussy a few mere inches from his length.
the desperation in your eyes was erotic. youâre so cute whimpering and inadvertently spreading your legs your slick rubbing into his skin.
youâre gripping his shoulder careful not to touch the other. he deliberately flexes the muscle a new sensation forming as your clit throbs, so fucking swollen.
ârandy please.â you beg not sure what exactly youâre asking for. he groans hand finding his way to wrap around your ponytail pulling your head back admiring your titties. a slight sheen glistening your moisturized skin.
âmaking such a mess youâre pathetic.â you know he doesnât mean it. his words turning you on the more he chastises you, threatening your composure. he nods and soon your lips tremble a high pitched sob breaking the silence.
youâre cumming briefly squirting onto the precious leather while ruining his shorts.
heâs proud naturally swirling his fingers to collect the cream from your clit as you sigh.
randyâs grinning eagerly taking hold of your hand and pinning you against the wall ass firm against his dick âdaddyâs turn.â

















