sugar daddy satoru gojo NSFW headcanons. fem reader. 18+ mdni!
Sugar Daddy!Satoru, who loves to watch you dress up for him. He takes you on shopping sprees, spending thousands, just to watch you try everything on…and sometimes fuck you in the dressing room, hand over your mouth to cover your moans.
Sugar Daddy!Satoru, who's so much older than you. So much more experienced. He has to take care of you, bc if he doesn't, what sort of evil man would take advantage? :(
Sugar Daddy!Satoru, who helps you out of your heels and your dresses, murmuring sweet nothings as he does, kissing your skin and rubbing your muscles.
Sugar Daddy!Satoru, who wasn't supposed to get attached to you. But, when he finally saw you get jealous, seeing him out with another girl one day, he couldn't help it.
You'd yelled, and ignored him for 3 days. He'd sent over a thousand dollars, before just showing up to your apartment.
Sugar Daddy!Satoru, who begs for forgiveness even if he didn't do anything wrong, offering any amount of money or cars or fancy jewelry to make you happy.
Sugar Daddy!Satoru, who fucks the attitude out of you so fucking good, you forget why you were even mad. And then, when you remember, he does it again. And yet again when you make some comment on how he has stamina for an old guy.
Sugar Daddy!Satoru, who blocks the number of every other sugar baby he's ever entertained, because you've taken over every single little crack in his mind and none of them are you. None can compare. You've ruined him. Completely destroyed any hope of him ever being casual again.
Sugar Daddy!Satoru, who has so many pictures of you in his phone, he keeps them as a rotating screensaver so he can see your perfect fucking tits, pussy and ass every second of the day.
Who gives a fuck if the guys at the office see?
Sugar Daddy!Satoru, who's secretly such a pervert, he wants to share you with everyone in his office. Especially suguru, and nanami...
my masterlist I've been so active lately so sorry if y'all are tired of seeing my name <3
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The low hum of conversation from the living room was a constant, almost comforting, backdrop to the evening. My parents were there, of course, hosting what was supposed to be a casual dinner. But it wasn’t just them. Souya, Nahoya’s twin, was sprawled on the sofa, looking perpetually annoyed even as he chuckled at something Chifuyu said. And Chifuyu, bless his earnest soul, was trying his best to engage my dad in a discussion about vintage motorcycles, a topic Dad could drone on about for hours.
Nahoya, on the other hand, was a silent, simmering presence beside me. His usual wide, cheerful grin was stretched thin, almost predatory. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers, usually so gentle, were digging into my thigh under the table.
It had started subtly. A laugh shared with Chifuyu over a silly joke. A quick, empathetic nod towards Souya when he complained about a recent fight. Harmless, I thought. Just being a good host, engaging with our guests. But Nahoya’s smile had tightened with each interaction, his eyes, usually so bright, glinting with something I knew all too well: possessiveness.
“You’re awfully chatty tonight, aren’t you, princess?” he murmured, his voice a low growl that only I could hear, hidden beneath the clatter of forks and the drone of conversation. His thumb, rough against my skin, traced a slow, deliberate path up my inner thigh, sending a sh shiver through me.
I tried to play it off, a nervous laugh escaping my lips. “Just being polite, Smiley. They’re our guests.”
His smile didn’t waver, but the pressure of his fingers intensified. “Polite, huh? Or maybe you just like their company more than mine.”
My breath hitched. This was it. The prelude to one of his infamous jealousy fits. And when Nahoya got jealous, he got… intense.
Dinner wound down, and everyone migrated back to the living room for coffee and dessert. I tried to steer clear of another extended conversation with Chifuyu, but he was just so easy to talk to, so genuine. Souya, ever the grumpy one, even cracked a small smile at one of my anecdotes.
That was the last straw for Nahoya.
He stood up abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the polished floor, making everyone jump. All eyes turned to him. His smile was still plastered on his face, but it was a terrifying thing now, devoid of warmth.
“I think,” he announced, his voice carrying just enough to cut through the casual chatter, “my girlfriend and I need to have a little… talk.” His gaze locked onto mine, a promise and a threat rolled into one.
My heart hammered against my ribs. My parents looked bewildered, Chifuyu a little uncomfortable, and Souya, for once, just stared blankly.
Before I could object or even form a coherent thought, Nahoya was pulling me up from my seat, his grip firm on my wrist. “Excuse us,” he added, his smile somehow widening, making it even more menacing.
He didn’t wait for a reply, practically dragging me out of the living room and up the stairs. My mind raced, trying to figure out how to de-escalate this. But I knew it was futile. When Nahoya decided something, there was no stopping him.
He pushed open my bedroom door and shoved me inside, following quickly and slamming it shut behind him with a resounding thud that echoed through the otherwise quiet house. I winced, wondering if they’d heard it downstairs.
“What was that, Nahoya? You can’t just—”
He cut me off, his hand gripping my chin, tilting my head up so I had to look him in the eye. His smile was gone now, replaced by a dark, dangerous glint. “You really think you can just flirt with my brother and our friend right in front of me, huh?”
“I wasn’t flirting!” I protested, my voice barely a whisper. “I was just talking to them!”
His grip tightened, his thumb stroking roughly over my lower lip. “Talking? Is that what you call it? The way you laughed at Chifuyu’s stupid jokes? The way you practically melted when Souya gave you that rare smile?” His voice was low, laced with a venomous sweetness. “You think I don’t see it?”
A shiver, not entirely of fear, ran down my spine. This was the part where he punished me for making him feel like this. And deep down, a part of me, the part that craved his intense attention, was thrilling at the prospect.
He pushed me back against the wall, his body pressing flush against mine. I could feel the hard planes of his chest, the heat of his skin through our clothes. His hands moved, not gently, but with a possessive urgency, tearing at the buttons of my blouse. Fabric ripped, a soft sound swallowed by the thick tension in the room.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his lips brushing against my ear, sending goosebumps across my skin. “Only mine. And I’m going to make sure everyone in this house knows it.”
My breath hitched. “Nahoya, no… my parents are downstairs…”
He chuckled, a dark, throaty sound that vibrated through my chest. “Exactly.”
His mouth descended on mine, a brutal, hungry kiss that stole my breath. It wasn’t soft or tender; it was a punishment, a claim. His tongue plunged past my lips, demanding, conquering. I tasted him—coffee, a hint of something spicy, and the metallic tang of desire.
He pulled back just enough to tear his eyes away from mine, his gaze raking over my exposed skin as he ripped open my bra, letting it fall to the floor. My nipples hardened instantly, aching for his touch.
“You like getting attention, don’t you?” he whispered, his eyes dark with lust. “Let’s see how much attention you can handle from me.”
His hands were everywhere, rough and demanding. He shoved my skirt up, bunching the fabric around my waist, then tore at my underwear, snapping the elastic. The cool air hit my suddenly exposed skin, making me gasp.
He didn’t waste a second. With one swift, powerful thrust, he drove into me, hard and deep.
A gasp tore from my throat, raw and involuntary. My back arched against the wall, my head hitting the plaster with a soft thud. The sudden invasion was overwhelming, stretching me to my limit.
“Nahoya!” I cried out, a strangled sound that was half pain, half pleasure.
He didn’t stop, didn’t even pause. His hips slammed against mine, a relentless, primal rhythm. Each thrust was harder, deeper than the last, pushing me further and further, grinding my pelvis against the wall.
“Scream for me, princess,” he rasped, his voice hoarse with exertion. “Let them hear you. Let them know who you belong to.”
The sheer audacity of it, the danger of being heard, only amplified the intensity of the moment. My body was on fire, a delicious agony spreading through my core. The friction of his cock inside me was exquisite, building a pressure that was almost unbearable.
“Nahoya… oh, God…” My voice was a broken whisper, but he heard it.
He leaned in, his mouth close to my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Louder. I want them to hear every single moan, every whimper. I want them to know you’re mine.”
He pulled out almost completely, then plunged back in with brutal force, hitting my cervix with a jolt that sent a white-hot wave of pleasure through me. My legs, already weak, threatened to give out. I wrapped them instinctively around his waist, clinging to him like a lifeline.
“Ah! Nahoya!” The sound ripped from my throat, a choked cry that I tried to stifle, but couldn’t. It was too much. The pleasure was too sharp, too intense.
He grinned, a flash of his usual cheerful smile, but it was twisted with dark satisfaction. “That’s it. Good girl.”
He continued his assault, his hips pounding into me with a relentless, animalistic drive. My mind was blurring, consumed by the sensations. Each thrust sent sparks through my nerves, making my muscles clench and release. The sound of our skin slapping together, the creak of the bed frame, the ragged gasps that tore from my throat – it was all a symphony of forbidden pleasure.
I felt myself teetering on the edge, the pressure building, building, until it was unbearable. My senses were overloaded. The scent of his sweat, the feel of his rough hands gripping my hips, the insistent rhythm of his body against mine.
“Nahoya, I… I can’t… oh, God!” My voice was thin, reedy, barely recognizable.
He slammed into me one last time, deep and hard, and the world exploded. A scream, long and drawn out, tore from the depths of my lungs. It was raw, uninhibited, echoing through the room, surely audible downstairs. My back arched violently, my head thrown back, eyes rolling into the back of my head. A thin stream of saliva escaped the corner of my mouth, glistening on my chin. My body convulsed around him, muscles seizing in a desperate, shattering climax.
He held me tight, still inside me, his own body trembling as he followed me over the edge, groaning into my shoulder. The room spun, the sounds from downstairs fading into a distant murmur. All that mattered was the aftermath, the heavy weight of his body against mine, the throbbing ache between my legs, and the lingering taste of his triumph on my lips.
When he finally pulled out, the sudden emptiness was almost painful. He lowered me gently to the floor, my legs shaking so badly I could barely stand. He knelt before me, his eyes still dark with desire, but a satisfied smirk now played on his lips.
“See?” he whispered, his voice husky. “You’re mine. And now everyone knows it.”
I could only nod, breathless and utterly spent, my cheeks flushed, my body still tingling from the overwhelming release. The faint sound of my parents’ confused murmurs and Chifuyu’s awkward coughs drifting up from downstairs was a testament to his success. Nahoya had made his point. And in my current state, utterly ravaged and completely his, I couldn’t even be mad.
how they eat pussy .ᐟ.ᐟ aegon, aemond, daemon, aerion, daeron the drunken, ser dunk
nsfw mdni ⤷ ゛asoiaf masterlist ˎˊ˗
aegon – he does it to you (not his whores), but only when he’s in the mood and usually after he’s already fucked you once. he likes you on your back with your legs over his shoulders so he can look up and watch your face while he does it. messy, wet, a little lazy at first, long, slow licks that get more focused once he finds what makes you twitch. he’ll groan against you like he’s the one being pleasured and mutter things like “fuck, you taste good” or “keep making those noises.” not the most technical, but enthusiastic once he commits. he’ll stop mid-way just to tell you how pretty your cunt looks all wet for him.
aemond – methodical and intense. he spreads you open with his thumbs and studies you for a second before he even touches. long, deliberate strokes of his tongue, then focused suction on your clit while two fingers work inside you at a steady pace. he barely makes a sound except the wet ones, but when he does speak it’s low and precise: “stay still for me,” “you can do that again can’t you?,” “good girl.” he prefers you on the edge of the bed or a table so he can kneel comfortably and keep full control. he will not stop until you’ve come at least twice. eye contact the entire time if he can manage it.
daemon – he loves it. will drop to his knees almost anywhere if the mood hits - against a wall, over a desk, in the middle of the solar with the door unlocked. he eats you like he’s starving, messy and deep, using his tongue and lips and the occasional scrape of teeth. he talks constantly between licks filthy praise, questions he expects answers to, soft threats about how he’s going to keep you like this until you can’t walk. hands gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise. he likes when you try to close your legs so he can force them back open.
aerion – he does it (surprisingly), but on his terms. prefers you sitting on his face so he can look up the length of your body while he works. theatrical about it long, dramatic licks, exaggerated sounds, pauses just to tell you how divine you taste or how well you’re riding his tongue. he’ll use his hands to spread you wider and make sure you know he’s watching every reaction. a little selfish in the pacing he wants you to come, but he also wants you to look good doing it for him. very vocal the whole time.
daeron – he does it when he’s soft and a little drunk (as per usual), usually after you’ve already been kissing for a while. prefers you straddling his face while he lies back against the pillows, or spooning on your side so he can reach between your legs to circle your clit instead without much effort. gentle, lazy licks mixed with the occasional deeper stroke. he murmurs half-coherent things against you “sweet,” “just like that,” “don’t stop moving.” not the most skilled, but sincere and warm about it. he’ll get distracted sometimes just nuzzling or pressing open-mouthed kisses to your cunt, content to stay there as long as you’ll let him.
duncan – slow, thorough, and almost reverent. he settles between your thighs like he has all the time in the world, broad shoulders keeping your legs open. long, flat strokes of his tongue from bottom to top, then focused attention on your clit with gentle suction. he checks in constantly soft “that good?” and “tell me if it’s too much.” prefers the quiet of a bed, you on your back, his hands holding yours or resting heavy on your hips. he doesn’t rush. he’ll stay down there until your thighs are shaking and you’re pulling at his hair, then press a kiss to your inner thigh before he moves up to hold you.
a/n: i had to do this, he's just so hottttttt. it was a bit too short so give me ideass
my character
older!frank who never sugarcoats the world. If you ask him for advice, he'll tell you the truth—even if it's hard to hear. "People can disappoint you." or "Doesn't mean you stop being kind."
older!frank often finds himself in awkward silence whenever you’re around, his gaze lingering a moment too long. The weight of his past collides with the innocence of your youth, making him doubt his instincts, but that internal struggle only adds to his allure in your eyes.
you sending frank teasing messages while they're doing an unsexy thing (picking his nose, scratching his ass, etc.)
older!frank who always needs your eyes on his like "c'mon, pretty girl, keep those pretty eyes on me" he'll say
older!frank who get horny whenever she's in oversized clothes, at the coffee or even at the bus station
you: Really? You wanna fuck? Here? Right now?
older!frank def make you rides his thigh as he plays gore video games but don't allow you to watch it bcs it's too violent for you
older!frank getting frustrated because every punishment he give arouses you instead of disciplining you.
Bed creaking and loud moans while frank and you fucks that the neighbor had to knock on their door and ask them to quiet down a bit.
older!frank that gives you puppy eyes just for you to rub his hair while you stitch his wound
older!frank who keep you on his lap while he clean his weapons but say "tsk, pretty girl, too young to see that"
૮ ․ ․ ྀིა “I just licked my screen please let me cum inside. “
♡ Various slashers x Fem!Reader
☆ SUMMARY// Which slashes are boob men?
☆ A/N, two posts in one day? I am on a ROLL
☆ Header made by me, credits to Supersonico.
☆ 3.4k words.
☆ WARNINGS// no plot straight porn, this is utterly filthy, p in v, unprotected sex, mask kink, monsterfucking, MAJOOORR perversion, big!titty reader, cnc, lactation kink, breeding kink, knife play, blood kink, rope play, primal play, fluff, panty stuffing, squirting.
☆ MINORS DNI.
☆ NSFW UNDER THE CUT.
Which slashers are boob men?♡
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ RUSTY NAIL
He is on the top of the list for a reason. He’s the leader of this list for a SPECIFIC reason.
Literally the biggest tit man of his entire century, like he is an absolute MENACE.
You could be talking to him, no matter the context of anything, and half way through the conversation his eyes will slip down to your boobs without fail. Your areola’s are your eyes to him.
Karma does get him, because he’ll get insanely hard embarrassingly fast and start humping ANYTHING for relief, your tits are an aphrodisiac for him.
He has a love hate relationship with bras, he LOVES the way your boobs bounce against the fabric and they way they spill out of your bra when he’s fucking you too hard–Yet he doesn’t like them because he likes easy access, like the fuck do you mean he can’t “warm his hands’’ against your plump flesh?
He’s a disgusting pervert, when you are sleeping he’ll yank up your shirt and take pictures of your boobs, pictures and videos of him groping your flesh so hard it bruises. He has a hidden iCloud folder in his phone of him sucking your tits while you sleep. You always wake up to him moaning and humping your clothed pussy.
He’ll subtly start leaving those pills in your online shopping list that make you produce milk, giving you subtle hints of what he wants. Expect a lot of comments about milk, like a lot.
He’s HORRIBLE with the “got milk?’’ and cow jokes, they come off as horny and needy rather than funny. Then will always escalate to him begging to breed you with his pups. :c
He can’t keep his focus around you at all, he’s so good at being cold and mean–But literally all of that melts when you jump in his big ol’ lap and shove your tits in his face. He crumbles like a damn cookie and becomes all submissive and needy.
You cannot look me in the eyes and say he isn’t the type to beg for soapy boob pictures when you're in the shower. He will send you audios of him WHIMPERING as he jerks off to just the thought of seeing your boobs covered in soap studs.
You have permanent discoloration on your body and bruises from how hard he gropes you, he will always apologize after and soothe your inflictions—But he is MEAN with his grip. It always feels like he’s trying to rip you apart when in reality he wants to live in your skin.
Gets grumpy and upset when you won’t let him suck on your nipples, like he literally pouts and gets all cold and distant until you break.
LOOVES it when you ride him, he’s not even looking at your face. He’s nose deep in your chest, drool running down your front as he pathetically groans into your hot flesh.. His drool is down your naval as you give him a one way ticket to heaven.
Give him a boobjob and he will marry you /srs
The pure concept of seeing his throbbing shaft between your heavy flesh, his pre dribbling onto your soft skin as you jerk him off with your shoulder boulders–He’s gotten cum in your hair because he genuinely squirts from the view.
People think you are being beaten because you have nasty bruises only someone could get from a car crash, but it’s just his meaty hands pawing away like a cat making biscuits.
When you do start producing milk he will look up what makes production last longer and what certain foods or supplements make you produce a lot, he wants that bang for his buck.
You’ll have to literally rip him away from your sensitive chest from how long and hard he stays there, he’ll lay on top of you till your body goes numb as he latches on drinking from you like you are the fountain of youth.. He’s sucked you dry to a point where it takes a week to recover and start producing again. He’s a big man okay? He needs the milk for his “growing bones.”
When you're sitting on his lap to relax, he’ll subtly bounce you up and down on him to watch you jiggle. Your recoil genuinely rewires his brain back to factory settings.
Gets mad when you try and clean up the mess he left on your chest, he claims it’s “good for your skin’’ and natural lotion. Now you know why your lotion was so creamy this morning.
There will be times where you randomly wake up and see him sucking on your chest, he’ll do it to wake you up.
The type to shove his beer between your boobs when he has to use the bathroom, he only trusts you with his drink afterall!
Shit he uses your boobs as his own damn purse, he’ll put his wallet, phone, hands–anything down that cleavage.. Then stick his hand down your shirt to grab whatever he needs.
Banned from going with you to Victoria Secrets. Last time he came you needed help clasping a bra, he came into that tiny stall and the next thing you knew you were in the AIR while he plowed away into that puffy cunt.
Why yes he does in fact have a picture of your boobs in his wallet, tysm. ♡
‧˚꒰🐾୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ THE BEAST
This big ol’ monster wants nothing more than you to lay on top of his body and smother him half to death with your chest. That is his dying wish, check his will.
Your chest (and stupidity) is what saved your life, not realizing he was a ruthless monster killing ravers one by one in this abandoned warehouse. When he came up behind you to shove a glowstick in your eye you started GRINDING against him.
He was so stunned at your stupidity and audacity, like he did not know what to do with his hands when you dragged him over to a secluded spot and got all comfortable in his lap. Shoving that rusted welder's mask against your heavy flesh–OOOO this mountain of a man is out. Like whattt? He was going to kill you? Nonsense. He would NEVER kill you.
He adores getting up behind you and cupping his gloved hands on your tits, squeezing and fondling them. Doesn’t help you have an obvious size difference, he can just loom over you like the grim reaper and squeeeezeee to his heart's content! You love a good grope. And he’s a massive pervert who shamelessly stares down your shirts.
You aren’t allowed to wear bras, why would you do such a thing and suppress his stress relievers? How heartless of you.
Despite his coldness and lack of emotions, you can always tell when he’s in a daze with you. His little window to his rusted welders mask fogs up beyond belief, and you can audibly hear him panting like a mutt.
Looovees to be the big spoon, is it because he wants to fondle you in your sleep? Yes, he’ll take off his gloves at night before going to bed so he can have “natural hand warmers’’
His favorite place to put his hands is your underboob, he likes the weight you have.
Your boobs have officially become his pillow, he outright refuses to use a real pillow. On top of your tits so he can hear your heartbeat is enough for him.
Any bikini top, tank top, or tube top–Literally anything skimpy has him frothing from the mouth like he has rabies, he does very much enjoy the view.
When you complain about back pains or chest pains he will appear out of nowhere and become your bra. He loves it when you lay down with your back against his chest, giving him the perfect opportunity to hold you.
When you complain about chest pain he’ll always come massage you, coming to relax your sore muscles and nerves.
Nipple pincher 2000. It’s almost like a habit for him, he just likes to pinch your nipples till they are all perky.
A whore for seeing your nipples hard, is also the type of man to grab any baggy shirt you're wearing and pull it back to watch the fabric cling to your figure.
Will randomly push you against random things to watch your chest squish down.
Likes to push your tits down onto his crotch whenever you're using his belly to prop up your phone, you can always feel his monstrous bulge against your ribcage.
Adores it when you sit on his shoulders and use the top of his head to rest your chest on, his hands always squeeze the hell out of your thighs as he leans his head back into that perfect chest.
You can hear him chuffing against your skin out of sheer comfort, this behemoth is sooo happy with you. You can hear him chuffing too..
Likes it when you wear fur lingerie, a two piece bikini made out of faux fur against your pretty skin.. He makes you grind against the fur till you jolt from it sticking to your sloppy pussy before he stuffs the fabric in your small hole. ♡
૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა ASA EMORY – “THE COLLECTOR’’
The song “shoulder boulders’’ by S3RL is in his playlist, you cannot look me in the eyes and tell me otherwise.
He takes great interest in anatomy & biology, which also applies to you. Especially you, he has a “medical record” book and it’s just you.
Will have you sit with him completely naked as he does a full body examination on you, this can and will include him wasting 20 minutes trying to stimulate milk production and getting irritated when it doesn’t work.
This man is a whore for pretty lingerie, I’m not talking about conservative lingerie. I’m talking about mid 2000-2016 lingerie where being sexy was not a crime, his favorite piece on you is apron lingerie. Especially the cute black & pink polka dot one with lace that can barely keep your tits in. He’ll make you stay dressed like that all day and do the most house-wifey shit ever, he edges himself the entire time. Just being a big pervert and watching you from afar as he squeezes the hell out of his cock.
During sex he’ll make you wear tank tops or a bra so he can watch the recoil of your plump flesh bouncing with every violent thrust, he’ll get too impatient and horny and ends up yanking them out.
You purposely tease the hell out of him knowing how weak he is, you’ll purposely stretch or lay your tits against a counter–Or when you hug him ensuring he can feel your nipples touching him.
It’s gotten so bad he comes prematurely every time you hug him, you embarrass him so bad.
Likes to drag his serrated knife along your cleavage, making small cuts and lashes to lick up the blood and suck the wound clean.
When he catches you he’ll cut off every last bit of your clothes off of your body and replace it with rope, he loves the way your tits squeeze together behind the rough twine and how you struggle. His fingers always find their way to rub the rope burn away from your skin.
Makes you sit in his lap as his index fingers teasingly rub your nipples in small circles till they bud, he ties up your wrists together so you can’t go down and touch yourself.. Instead you make a big mess all over the front of his jeans because that drooly pussy won’t stay shut.
Strips you completely naked and makes you run in the forest as he hunts you down, you never hear him chasing after you so it always takes you by surprise when he suddenly grabs you and slams you in the mud to break your poor cunt on his dick for hours..
Also has trail cameras out in the forest, and in the house.. He gets off with watching you without your knowledge. ♡
૮꒰˶ ❛ ˕ ❛˶꒱ა BUBBA SAWYER – “LEATHERFACE”
He feels INSANELY perverted and doesn’t want to admit he drools over your chest. It’s not that he feels like it’s immoral or anything–He just doesn’t want to scare you. :(
He’s tame with his obsession at first, hell you don’t even notice. You think it’s sweet he loves to lay his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat lull him to sleep as you snuggle him close.
He loves to lay his head on your chest, when you're sitting in his lap, when he’s laying on top of you, your boobs are his certified pillow.
His perversion becomes a bit obvious when he begins to start groping you nervously, feeling bad and like his hands aren’t supposed to be there! But your hands cupping his and putting them under your shirt so his thumbs could grind against your nipples and make them nice and perky–How could he say no?
His hands squeeze and grope with more vigor and confidence, happy you were enjoying and consenting to this.
His big meaty hands worship your chest, thumbs rolling over hardened nipples as his fingers greedily squeezed your flesh. He was so stupidly in love with you, and so so so happy you loved him back!
Like the others he gets off watching you bounce as he’s viciously dicking you down, he’ll put you in bras, shirts, tank tops, bikini tops.. Just watching your heavy set bounce so hard from him pounding you, loves it when you are on your back or on your side so he can see the way you jiggle..
Sometimes the dumb brute goes a little too fast and hard and ends up having you pawing at the bed or him trying to get him to slow down as his thick cock destroys your tiny hole, he can’t help it his wife is so pretty!
Bubba loves to fill you up with his potent creampies and slowly pull out so he can watch your stretched out pussy spurt out his cum all over him, seeing your pretty little chest that’s adorned with bruises and bites heave desperately as you squirt out his mess all over his tummy. ♡
