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Bent over the plushy ottoman, she stares back at her own reflection, as well as the hunk of a man behind her, caressing her body with his big hands.

One, middle and ring finger, knuckle-deep in her pussy, the other fondling her thick left leg as he kissed and sucked on her foot.

She felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

“Oh my god,” she sighs, dropping her head at the quiver in her belly, “oh my god,” she whines now, as his fingers speed up to pull another orgasm up and out of her.

Still licking the arch of her foot, he mumbles for her to cum for me like a good girl, sending her gushing down his hand again.

“Ooh, fuck!”

“Mmhm, pussy squeezin’ the fuck outta my fingers.” He kisses up her leg, biting the back of her thigh as she comes down.

Pulling his soaked hand away, it comes crashing back down on her cheek, making him chuckle as she jumps slightly.

“Look up,” he speaks, watching her pretty brown face come into view. Dewy and dazed. His favorite.

Moving to hover over her frame, he kisses up her back, fondling her with both hands, now. Her hands were still too shaky to reach for him.

Pulling her up on her knees, her top half lays on the surface, so much closer to his warm frame.

Sliding his fingers into her mouth, she moans and tastes herself, her eyes rolling as he slides into her from behind.

“Mmm!”

His hips snap forward with every thrust, nothing but the squelching sounds of her body and his filthy whispers in her ear are heard.

“Deep in it, just like that?”

She whimpers a yes once his fingers leave her mouth, only to grip her chin, keeping her eyes trained on the scene playing out before her.

“Fuck, that's so good,” she gasps, feeling it deep in her chest. Her fingers were digging into the fabric.

Those strokes get deeper, pulling the deepest of moans from his sweaty flower, making her curl into herself.

“Take this dick, baby.” He rasps, pushing her arch back intact with his free hand.

Her brows furrow so deep, mouth hangs open, a high yelp leaving her as the pressure rises.

“Mm, talk to me baby,” he moans, smacking her ass with one hand, sliding his other hand from her chin to grip her breasts.

“I'm g-gonna cum!”

“I feel that pussy squeezin’, baby. Let me have it,” speeding up and knocking against her spot so precisely, he made her cum hard, another yelp leaving her.

A string of profanities leave her lips as he continues throwing that fat dick into her, over and over.

“Fuck, baby… don't st-stop!”

“Ain't stoppin’.”

Letting her head fall right back down, this time hitting the soft ottoman, her hands reach back and grab at his hips, needing him deeper, if humanly possible.

“So fuckin’ wet.. I love that shit, baby.”

Flipping her sweated hair over her shoulder, she turns her head to look at him, beginning to bounce back onto him.

He smirks, taking a mental picture of her in this moment, dewy and chasing the high as long as it would let her.

“Yeah, there you go,” he encourages, staring back at her, “take this dick, sweet stuff.”

She takes him to the hilt every time, fighting through the terrible tremble in her thighs.

Her eyes lower at the pleasure ripping through her body, her hands reaching out for his, squeezing them once they intertwine.

“You look so sexy, takin’ this dick,” he closes the space between them to tongue her down, wrapping his arms around her. Her wild moans mix in, making him so much harder for her.

Breaking away from the kiss, she gasps as he finds the spot on her neck and inside of her, her worn body becoming wracked with pleasure, once again.

Her nails dig into his arms, overwhelmed with how he enveloped her and fucked her into oblivion.

His hands were everywhere, fondling her in every place that would make her wetter than she already was.

“One more?” He asks.

“Yes, one… more,” she moans, squeezing him like her life depended on it, giving him no choice but to burst right then and there, biting down on her shoulder.

“God dammit, baby…” he groans, his eyes shut so tight as he slumps over on her, her own body still coming down.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” she softly laughs, her nails are still dug into his skin as they lay in a heap, over the ottoman.

This horny kick of mine 🫠 I should be gettin' bent over like this, but alas.

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Making Love To Yahya

Just a headcanon. In my Yahya feels, as usual....

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RATED R/NSFW. YOU’VE BEEN WARNED...

Yahya loves to engage in foreplay. He could spend hours on his knees in front of you, sucking and nipping your clitoris. Eating you out as if it was his last meal on Earth. Your dripping wet and your juices coat his beard. Legs shaking as your orgasms overlap, completely delirious with lust, yet Yahya never ceases; he carries on with his assault until you are left begging for him to stop. 

Smiling brightly, he eventually stops, pulling your body close to his in one, quick tug of your leg. You are now laying on the edge of the bed with him hovering on top of him, staring at you intently with his brown eyes. 

He enters you slowly, stretching you with his thick girth, starting at a steady pace. Your moans fill the room and it is like a sweet melody to his ears. He grins boyishly, his dimples showing and then he bit his bottom lip in deep concentration, his eyes traveling downwards to watch his throbbing penis exit and reenter your moist depths. 

You were creamy, dangerously so and Yahya groaned at the sight of your arousal. He continued with his thrusts, wrapping your legs around his waist as he leaned forward to connect his pelvis to yours. His ball sac set a rhythmic beat against your pussy and you mewled at the sensation. 

“You like that, mamas?” he says, licking his lips seductively. “Mmhmm, you like what Daddy is doing to you, huh? Use your words. Tell Daddy how this dick feels.” 

And so you did: “It feels amazing Daddy. I love it.” 

You praise drove him wild and his hips bucked erratically into you, bottoming out inside your pussy. Soon, you found yourself being held in the air, your back hitting the wall every so often as he gave you those toe-curling strokes. He lifted you up effortlessly, holding you in place as he fucked you. 

The two of you changed positions as if it was nothing and although Yahya preferred missionary over doggy style, he understood that this was your favorite position. With one of his legs perched on the bedframe to steady himself, Yahya gripped your ass, watching as it bounced on his dick. He smacked the flesh harshly, growling out a curse as he held on for dear life. 

“Fuck, mamas, bring that shit back! Yes, just like that. You gon’ make me bust.” You loved hearing him moan and curse; he always put his soul into it. You shook your ass teasingly as you matched him thrust-for-thrust. 

Yahya managed to hold off his orgasm for an hour before he came. He uttered another curse as his body spasmed and he filled you up with his seed. 

I’m new to writing headcanons so please be nice. I might make another one.