I’m so sorry im that soap asker again and I’m here to dump more of my thoughts into your ask box.
Soap putting his fingers in your mouth, he’s stopped fucking you once your eyes meet, almost as though he’s in a trance as his thumb presses down against your tongue. He doesn’t push deep enough for you to gag, leaving his thumb roam your mouth, running along your teeth, as the meat of his hand rests firmly on your cheek. He makes you bite his thumb gently before starting up again, moving in slow deep thrusts.
(sorry for just replying now hhh) thrashing on my bed, yelling and wverythinggg
thinking about how johnny thinks he’ll be filthy with it—pressing the pad of his thumb down your tongue, prying your jaw open just enough to spit in your mouth, before watching you swallow it down—only to stop at the damning image you make, all teary eyed and pearly teeth and pink tongue stark against his pale thumb.
you are so debauched, it’s almost pornographic. his cock stirs up from within you, twitching, leaking, as he maps the inside of your mouth. he traces his thumb on the underside of your teeth, feeling the smooth ridges of your molars, before dragging his finger to the centre of your tongue again and into the inside of your lip.
spit dribbles down to your chin and to the soft corner of your jaw, and johnny pitches forward to lick it off your face, dizzy in his trance. he moans, and he’s never sounded so needy.
he pulls back, catches your gaze again, and makes a show out of it—smearing his wet thumb on his own lips, before lapping at his digit with palpable desire. you watch with darkened eyes, your breath hitching, when johnny finally moves, his body rippling underneath your possessive touch as he sets the pace again.
