transparent, azure, thick. a glob of spit swirls around the plastic tip of your pretty dildo, brown lips taught around the base and sucking as you do your best to impress him.
there’s a breeze in the air tickling your cunt, brainlessly holding your legs open for your handsome boyfriend who secured your chubby body against his.
the saying curiosity killed the cat could also be applied to your poor pussy. it’s sort of comical how this came to be, you’d never ask before but the question was simple “why is your name edge?”
pondering for a second his response being “I’ll show you.” didn’t register at first. not until he quickly had you on your back and all his interest was on his pretty little girlfriend.
which brings me back to the twist of your perky nipples, his free hand cupping the flesh and emitting a low hum of approval making you throb.
the plastic is long gone from your mouth leaving a trail of saliva that collects on your tits. adam placing a familiar kiss to your temple before he’s sliding the dildo inside of your gummy walls.
your pussy welcomes the intrusion creamy folds engulfing the length in one push. “papa” the nickname makes you whimper, eyes rolling back to your skull as you kept your legs spread knowing better to follow rules.
“shush princess you don’t want me to stop do you?” you quickly shook your head no. cream coating the toy and staining the sheets underneath. “just a little bit more okay?” the dildo was buried to a halt walls clenching and fluttering with need.
cries and whimpers erupt from your throat, voice breaking and teetering on the point of no return as the messy sounds from your cunt filled the room.
“sweet pussy don’t you wish it was me inside instead.” his mouth settled on your neck brown skin turning crimson. you cried harder much to his enjoyment, but he rather not hear you anymore slapping his hand over your mouth.
“ungh.” adam smiled to himself your body so responsive as he ruts inside you. frantically rocking your hips to fuck the toy back a warmth pooling in the pit of your stomach.
“touch yourself.” he didn’t have to tell you again french tips dancing over the sensitive bud. rubbing small circles on your throbbing clit while your pussy contracts and squeezes like a vice grip.
“messy little thing.” his fingers explore your mouth digits fondling your tongue and rubbing the organ as you start seeing stars. drool coating your pretty face as your moans muffle the added heat from your throat driving him crazy.
and just before you let yourself become ditzy the dildo stops. all of the stimulation, the throb from your cunt makes you realize he’s denying you. that your pleasure belongs to him and there’s nothing you can do about it.
so he’s playing with your stupid pussy again this time slamming his fingers inside of you and this continues for hours and hours a cautionary tale to asking questions.
jeff was a man of few words so it didn’t surprise you when a light slap was delivered to your inner thigh.
“stay still.” his command is muffled tongue caressing your pink folds as his lips settle on sucking your clit. you cry into the palm of your hand puffy lips drooling and pussy clenched around nothing.
if this was what you would get everytime he lost a match then truthfully you hoped he never won again. as much as you couldn’t take this you held on just for him.
a third orgasm looming as a familiar knot formed in your stomach. tattooed hands holding your plush thighs open, a trail of spit from your cunt soaking his beard as lewd noises fell from your plump lips.
“one more princess just for me.” his hazel eyes connect with yours two slender digits painted black sliding inside of you. he loves to finger you with rings on. buried to the halt as the cold metal stops just at your clit.
“yo-u said that be-f-ore.” is all you can moan. he coaxes you further fingers curling upward to massage your gummy walls. a white liquid coating his fingers as your pussy grips him embarrassingly.
“jeff!” you squeal cutely. he perks up at your voice the melody driving him crazy as he appreciates the way you take him so well. whether fingers, his mouth or dick you’re so obedient for him. only him.
his pretty little thing spread open. caramel skin littered in his kisses and love bites a messy bun atop your head as your features contort in pleasure.
he’s eating you again fingers moving at a speed that has you all fuzzy inside, and you think he could do this for hours infact you know he can do this for hours.
face buried into your wetness noisily slurping every so often as he mumbles incoherently. “dirty little girl, gonna cum in my mouth.” the phrase has you raking your nails through his blonde locks a streak of cobalt falling into his eyes as your hips grind carelessly against him.
“s-stop pleas-eeeee gonna c-“ jeff watched attentively knowing those movements only meant one thing. in no time a wanton sob erupted from you. cumming into his mouth as you squirted all over his fingers jeff drunkenly swallowing all you have to offer.
his hands swirl on your clit splashing your wetness with a devious smirk an obnoxious laugh knowing that he still wasn’t done with you.
“one more baby.” he pouts before licking a long stripe against your pussy the taste inviting as you squirm in defeat.
shawn’s adamant about not wanting anything for his birthday the older man not fond of aging as his position in the wwf was unknown. with new talent emerging and titles changing hands the thought of being replaced was daunting.
he settled into the hotel room alone without the presence of his girlfriend. hot water from the shower cleansing him of the sins he partook in with hunter earlier. the men sharing everything together and coincidentally a birthday five days apart.
getting caught up in the limelight that provided much more than this evenings house show. alcohol would’ve been his speciality but tonight was different opting to be sober as his mind couldn’t stop racing.
the girlfriend in question hasn’t responded to him all day a bit annoyed of the decision to spend a birthday in sin city knowing that women were practically hanging their panties from the turn buckles for the degenerates.
shawn understood why he was in the dog house so he didn’t bother to call again. a year of dating that wasn’t short of heated arguments and headaches. so instead he’s sipping from a wine glass rewatching the god father with a box of cheese pizza positioned on the counter.
midnight approaching as a soft knock on the door breaks his focus thinking it was the movie before he hears another thud his eyebrows raise in confusion. from the peephole he recognizes you cautiously opening the door.
a genuine smile gracing his features as you’re holding a chocolate cake decorated with chocolate frosting a tub of his favorite french vanilla ice cream at your feet.
his eyes scan your appearance high waisted denim jeans with a white crop top. silver hoops matching a butterfly necklace the hint of makeup subtle with nude glossy lips.
your hair shoulder length and slightly curled at the end small flower clips securing it from falling into your face.
“happy birthday baby.” your voice soft the smile unmistaken as your boyfriend takes the cake from you fingers joining together in the process.
he’s ushering you inside eyes inadvertently lingering on the curve of your ass. grabbing a fork to dig into the chocolate he’s chewing slowly ensuring to place the ice cream in the freezer.
you note the tidiness of the hotel room a stark contrast to his on screen personality. “a year of dating and i never would’ve took you for a baker.” he’s forking another piece the chocolate melting in his mouth with a hum. light blue eyes warm with affectionate at your gesture.
“you’ve never asked.” your response a little snarky settling on the couch as shawn is all to familiar with your attitude.
over the next few hours you’ve decided to forgive shawn considering the stress at work and fact that he hasn’t stepped out of the relationship.
you both became immersed in a conversation of wrestling asking the superstar himself about his everyday experience within the wwf. you met outside of the company wrestling not being your favorite pastime but you were smitten the day you saw him.
one conversation leading to more, not bothered by your younger age of twenty three as you kept his head on straight. the man patient allowing you to question everything, being open with his responses and pleased with how much you’ve learned about his craft. feeling as if another year around the sun with you was worth it.
he’s comfortable reclining further as a scent of tangerines and vanilla entices him to pull you closer placing one arm behind your head. small kisses placed to your temple as the atmosphere shifts shawn knowing how to make a particular pulse grow between your legs.
“never knew a younger women could be so sophisticated.” his breath is fanning your face. you’re so timid it makes him want to claim you. cute not enough to summarize how adorable you are.
“then maybe you don’t know a lot about younger women.” the rebuttal slipping out casually as shawn smirks his eyes turning a shade darker.
“is that so? perhaps you can enlighten me.” your breath hitches as he kisses you, the older man taking the lead as his tongue wrestles yours. a connecting trail of spit as you separate leaving you sticky.
“i never said you were forgiven.” the man shakes his head laughing with a tsk his hand coming to guide you towards the bed. round ass sinking into the plush as he stands in front of you staring down at your frame.
“arms up.” he’s stern you obeying as he’s discarding your shirt across the room tits on display as he toys with your nipples pulling slightly. mouth then coming to latch on the sensitive bud sucking harshly as his fingers find your pussy.
your thong adding for separation as he taps your clit embarrassed with how turned on you are. “i’m sorry babe.” you can barely focus on his apologies as he’s rubbing your clit jeans and underwear feeling a bit tighter as he’s purposely teasing you.
shawn somehow always having to be in control and on his birthday was no exception. he’s pulling away turning you around and propping your ass up on the edge of the bed. peeling your jeans and thong down to your ankles.
he locks eyes on your glistening folds tongue lapping at your clit as he eats you from behind arms holding you in place as he slurps. you’re squirming around eyes rolling back as he’s hungry for you tongue going as deep as it could.
“fuck, no running princess.” shawn’s vocal his own pretty moans slipping out as he’s flicking your clit the cream coating his mouth as he pushes his face deeper the sweetness simply delicious.
“shawn” is all you can moan pleading as you can feel your abdomen clenching helplessly grinding on his face. his blond hair in disarray as he’s humming the sensations have you shaking reduced to a cumming mess.
“fucking brat.” the words make you whimper as he’s lining his dick up with your entrance tip slick as he’s collecting the juices a chuckle erupting from him.
“think you can take it?” he taunts not waiting for protest while pushing his dick inside of you with a groan. the warmth and tightness inviting as you hissed still not fully able to adjust to his well endowed length.
your head is pushed into the mattress back arching deeper as your cunt made several sounds his dick throbbing inside of you and hitting a spot that makes you babble.
his actions rough with a hint of being gentle ensuring to place kisses on your back everytime he swatted your ass.
you’re drunk from his dick mouth agape as your drooling gripping the bed sheets while small tears of pleasure form being so full is heavenly indeed. “my precious girl you’re getting so good at this.” shawn is praising you the way you’re taking him so well driving him crazy.
liquid spilling from your pussy as your squirting the juices staining the sheets underneath you both whimpering as you’ve never came so hard before. feeling him deep in your stomach as shawn’s eager hips slamming as the birthday boy chased his own high.
his cock stiffens pulling out of you as ropes of cum lands on your thong and jeans, some dripping on your brown skin literally marking his territory. he’s still hard though eyes still feasting on your body as round two looms in the air.
“i’m not done with you yet it’s still my birthday.” the statement has you on your back legs spread open as he’s smiling ready to destroy you.
“please don’t hurt me!” you cry out into the night as a flash of lightning and unsettling roll of thunder has you squirming underneath your husbands cold touch.
minutes earlier you assumed phil was joking. a complete psychopath if this was his idea of roleplaying. you watched as he entered the shared bedroom sporting a cliche ghost face mask right on par with spooky season and watching the slasher flick days ago.
even with glasses on you could barely see him only the outline of his tattooed chest and black shorts that hung low from his waist. although you weren’t afraid in the slightest even rolling your hazel eyes and making sure to laugh in his face for measure.
nontheless phil remained eerily silent titling his head to the side mockingly as he flashes the sharp metal in his right hand heightening your senses.
before you could think he’s pinning you down the quickness and the angle of the bed adding for discomfort. “silly girl i could kill you right now.” the rasp of his voice sends a throb between your legs and you’re not sure how he’s doing that trick.
the cold metal tip of the knife trails down your chest heart pounding as he stops just above your silk nightgown slicing the fabric open to expose your brown skin. “slut like you barely wearing clothes what would your husband think?”
all you can do is bite your lip as tears brim the corner of your eyes the blade going lower to the tantalizing curve of your hips then to slowly run over the mound of your pussy.
“are you scared now?” phil’s confident he has you right where he wants you a dark glint in his eyes under the mask. his demeanor stoic and in complete control something you haven’t seen in a while.
“yes mr. ghost face.” you accept defeat a mixture of fear and arousal slick between your thighs. a clap of thunder breaking the silence as he flips you over his hand coming to rub your aching bundle of nerves.
“good girl let me feel that pussy.” his ring finger enters your core then he adds another and another the fullness has you messy and back arching as his mouth grazes your ear biting down.
“pathetic getting off on the fact that i could hurt you. dirty little pussy milking my fingers. you shouldn’t be this wet for a stranger.” you’re needy, hips swirling and bouncing as you wish it was his dick brain completely empty and broken as phil smirks.
“phil!” you call out for your husband as he removes his fingers with a pop the feeling making you clench around nothing. you can hear him shuffling behind you pulling his shorts down as his tip collects the wetness on your folds.
“keep this arch of yours or i might slit your pretty little throat and you don’t want that do you?” before you can speak he’s inside of you fucking from behind.
heavy balls slapping against your clit as you slobber around his fingers phil having a kink for your mouth to be stuffed while he fucks you. you’re so close clit throbbing and pussy twitching around your husband.
“pussy so wet. squeezing me so tight doll you won’t even be able to walk when i’m done with you.” his words are filthy in conjunction with his firm grip on your hips one hand coming to spank the curve of your ass.
the sweet spot inside of you being touched repeatedly by his tip as lightening strikes again outside. “gonna cum mr. ghost face.”
his nails dig painfully into your skin slowing his hips as he drags himself in and out of your sloppy cunt another bite to your earlobe as he cums ropes inside you. the mess spilling out onto the sheets as your own orgasm washes over you.
“good fucking girl.” he smacks your ass hard one last time removing the mask to place a tender kiss to your lips apologizing for his little performance as you sigh dreamingly.
austin loves boobs, breasts, titties, a rack if you will, whichever you liked to call it that’s what he preferred. a bit of a perv this sort of vanilla kink stemmed from you.
on this particular june afternoon he watched you emerge from a cold shower. a hot pink towel hugging your frame only to drop the cotton completely in mere seconds.
your boobs a double d cup he presumed defied gravity, brown areoles darker than your golden skin with nipples painfully erect from the remaining water droplets and cool air.
he was aroused and the feeling was no different. assuming his position he sat patiently gnawing his bottom lip as you bent over. the curve of your ass and glimpse of pink between your plump thighs attracts him.
his lips curve into a smile hazel eyes holding a mischievous glint. “come here.” the needy command turns your attention towards him manicured feet gliding across the shag carpet to the king sized bed.
you’re placing a sweet kiss to his pout knees sinking into the memory foam as his fingers roam. he’s a bit rough hands cupping and juggling the flesh as you take comfort in his lap. fingers pulling and twisting at your buds.
“my pretty baby.” the affirmation and pet names grow the throbbing between your legs it also doesn’t make it any better that his dick is sandwiched between your thighs.
a single motion of your hips could have him inside of you but of course you needed his permission. “austin what are you doing?” you stammer as a cold sensation sends a delicious shiver to your spine.
his pink tongue flattening against your nipple swirling the bud in his mouth for pleasure. a low moan erupts from him as your dripping onto the bed. a mixture coating your inner thighs and his tip.
“go on baby let me hear you.” austin has you in the palm of his hands mind not comprehending that he’s already pushing inside of you.
a slight hum as his mouth never leaves your tits biting down as the pain shamefully moves your hips to meet his thrust. “oh my g-god” he’s certainly hungry peppering kisses to your chest and sucking on the supple skin.
you’re bouncing his toned arms wrapping around your midsection to aid you not that you needed it. he notes when your eyes roll into the back of your skull, strawberry scent lingering as he inhales with every trust.
the once perfected bun lose while strands frame your pretty face, lips parting with a melody of lewd whimpers as your stomach knots. a dominating smack to your ass making you hiss.
“I’m close.” the statement makes austin nod letting groans of his own slip as you’re clenching around him. cream flowing as he cums inside of you palming your ass for leverage.
you’re both quiet foreheads pressed together as the high subsides. he admires his work violet bruises on your canvas as he slaps your nipple a kiss landing on your temple as you giggle.
