Imagine her taking you behind the suvs while everyone else is talking and just railing the shit out of you because she just too mad at Morgan to even function so she takes it out on you🙂↕️
Hii can we please get an Emily Prentiss with a fem reader with something to do with strip poker? :)
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Strip Poker
Here you go, my love! And thank you! Also, I learned how to play texas hold 'em from a hermitcraft video haha
genre: fluff
cw: suggestive 16+! kinda fem! kinda gn!reader (reader's gender is not specified but is described as having breasts and wearing a bra), strip poker, getting together, kinda fade to black smut
wordcount: 1.9k
“Wanna play poker?”
You turn to look at Emily. She’s lounging against the arm of her couch and watching you with raised eyebrows and a cheeky smile.
“You better not be like Reid,” you warn.
She laughs. “No, no. Don’t worry. I’m good, but I can’t count cards.”
You raise your eyebrows. “What are you trying to trick me out of? I don’t have any cash.”
“So does that mean you want to play?”
You shrug. “Sure. I don’t know what we would bet though.”
“We could play strip poker,” she says simply, like it’s no big deal at all.
Your eyes widen and you can feel your face warm. “Seriously?”
Emily shrugs. “We don’t have to, of course,” she says nonchalantly. “But, yeah, seriously.”
You swallow hard as you try to wrap your head around Emily’s proposal. Strip poker. With Emily. With the woman you’ve had a crush on for over a year. The thought seems almost too good to be true. You find yourself nodding and Emily’s eyes light up.
You can’t help but feel a little guilty as she pushes herself off the couch and leaves to grab a deck of cards. But she suggested it. It was her idea. It’s not like this was an elaborate plan on your behalf to see her naked.
Figuring it would be easier to play on a flat surface, you slip off the couch and onto the floor, crossing your legs beneath you and leaning back against the base of the couch. You pick at your fingernails nervously as Emily returns waving a deck of cards triumphantly.
She sits on the floor in front of you, leaving about a foot of space, and slips the cards from the pack. “What kind of poker do you want to play?” she asks, shuffling the cards with an ease you find insanely attractive.
“I only know Texas Hold ‘Em,” you admit nervously.
Emily nods and shuffles the cards again. “We’ll play that then. I’ll teach you another variant some other time.”
You haven’t even started to play, but your cheeks warm at the thought of doing this again.
“No blinds, obviously,” Emily says.
You nod in agreement.
“We’ll bet an item of clothing and the other person can call to match the amount or raise by adding another item.” she continues. “You lose a hand, you lose the clothes you bet. And that includes folding unless it’s right off the bat.”
You nod again, too flustered to come up with any words.
“Alright,” Emily says, dragging out the word as she deals two cards facedown to herself and you.
You pick up your cards. Queen of spades and two of clubs. Not a great hand, but a queen high isn’t horrible. “I-I’ll bet my shirt,” you mutter.
Emily nods. “I will as well,” she responds, taking three cards off the top of the deck and laying them out between you. Eight of hearts, eight of clubs, and 3 of spades.
You glance up to see Emily watching you with an indecipherable expression. You can feel your heart rate pick up and you fight the urge to lower your gaze, staring right into her eyes instead. She smiles. “Do you want to raise?” she asks.
“No, I’m good.”
“You ready for the next card?”
You hum in affirmation and she takes the top card from the deck and sets it next to the others. Two of diamonds. You feel a bit of relief at the thought that you might not be the first to begin undressing.
Emily pauses for a moment to give you a chance to raise, and when you don’t she takes the next card from the deck and sets it down to reveal the six of diamonds. “Ace high,” she says, lowering her hand for you to see.
You smirk at her and flip your cards. “Two pair.”
Emily laughs and tilts her head in acknowledgment. She sets her cards down and curls her fingers under the hem of her shirt. Your breath hitches as she slowly starts to lift her shirt, revealing first her toned stomach and then the black bra that perfectly supports her breasts. Her eyes stay locked on yours the entire time. She finally pulls the shirt over her head and tosses it aside and you have to fight the urge to stare. She’s absolutely gorgeous and you don’t know what to do with yourself.
Emily reaches out and rests her hand on your knee, making you jump slightly. “You alright?” she asks sweetly.
You find yourself nodding before you can even properly process her question. She smiles at you and your stomach feels like it does a backflip.
“Ready for the next hand?” she asks, picking up all the cards and shuffling them.
You nod again. It’s like her beauty has rendered you incapable of coherent thought, much less speech. Emily deals the cards and you look to see that you have a six of hearts and a seven of clubs. With some luck, you might end up with a straight and get to see Emily take off another piece of clothing. You blink hard to drag yourself back to reality as Emily says, “I bet my socks.”
You look down at your hand again. “I’ll bet my shirt.”
Emily raises an eyebrow at you and you smile back. Your nerves are quickly starting to shift into excitement. She sets the next three cards down. Ace of hearts, 10 of spades, and jack of clubs.
“I’ll raise my belt,” Emily says. You look up at her to see a cocky expression on her face. The flop gives the chance for a straight, though you doubt she has both a queen and a king, if she already had a straight she’d be raising way more than just her belt. She might have one of them. Or maybe she’s bluffing.
“I’ll match with my belt.”
Emily deals out the turn. A five of diamonds.
“I raise my pants.”
Your head shoots up and you stare at Emily with wide eyes. Maybe she does have a king and queen. You try to read her, but her expression is the same slight cockiness and self-satisfaction it’s been the whole game. You look back and forth between your hand and the community cards.
“I fold.”
Emily smiles wide and you hand her your cards face down for her to shuffle back into the deck with the others. You take a deep breath to steady yourself before beginning to unbuckle your belt. Emily’s eyes seem practically glued to your hands as she shuffles the cards. The metal of the buckle clinks as you pull your belt through the loops of your pants and set it off to the side. You lock eyes with Emily as you hook your fingers under your shirt and her hands go still.
You smirk, pleased to see that you seem to have the same effect on her that she has on you. Taking a leaf from her book, you maintain eye contact as you slowly remove your shirt, and by the time it’s gone and you’re just in your bra, you can see the blush on her cheeks. The realization that she’s enjoying this just as much as you starts a fire burning in your gut and you start to think that maybe Emily wants you too.
She opens and closes her mouth for a moment, before lowering her gaze back to the cards and shuffling them again. “You’re beautiful,” she says softly.
Your face feels like it’s on fire. “Th-thank you,” you stutter, taken aback. “You are too.”
She lifts her head slightly and smiles at you softly before handing out the cards. Seven of hearts and king of spades. Emily hums as she looks at her cards.
“I’ll, um, I’ll bet my socks,” you say. Now that you’re both shirtless, you can feel the excitement curling in your chest. You want to see more of her.
Emily nods. “I’ll bet my belt.”
She lays down a four of clubs, nine of spades, and a king of clubs. You smile confidently. The flop doesn’t lend itself to anything good so you feel you have a good chance with a pair of kings. Even if Emily has a four, as long as another one isn’t played in the turn or river, you’ll win.
“You gonna raise?”
You think for a moment before shrugging. You might as well. “I’ll raise my pants.”
Emily’s face flushes. “I’ll match with my own.”
Neither of you raises the bet as an ace of hearts and eight of clubs are played. When the hand is over, you smirk at her, feeling confident in your victory. You set your cards face up on the floor. Emily laughs and does the same. Your jaw drops. She has a four of spades and a four of hearts.
“You forgot about three of a kind, didn’t you?”
You stare at her in shock. “I—yeah,” you admit. “I thought for sure I had you.”
“That’s what you get for being cocky,” Emily teases with a laugh.
You scowl playfully and stick out your tongue. You quickly tug off your socks and toss them to the side before climbing to your feet. Emily’s gaze follows you as you stand, watching the movement of your fingers as you undo your pants. You can see the way her chest heaves with each breath as she watches you slowly push your jeans off your hips.
You bend over seductively, giving her a good view up your bra as you slide your pants down your legs. You swear you can hear her breath hitch. Once free of your jeans you toss them off to the side and sit back down with your legs crossed in a way that leaves your underwear exposed.
Emily lowers her gaze and quickly reshuffles and deals the cards. The round passes quickly and you can tell she’s distracted. She jumps straight to betting her pants and you match with your bra, then she loses with a jack high to your pair of threes. She practically jumps to her feet and without removing her belt, pushes her pants down.
The sight of her underwear makes your face burn. They’re a pair of small black boyshorts that hug her ass perfectly as she bends over, forcing you to struggle between choosing to look there or at her breasts. Either way, she’s gorgeous.
She tosses her pants to the side and, instead of sitting back down where she was, she closes the gap between you and lowers herself to sit on your lap. Your arms shoot up in surprise, your hands hovering over her skin, unsure if you’re allowed to touch. You can hear your pulse rushing in your ears.
Emily drapes her arms around the back of your neck and stares at you for a moment. You stare back with wide eyes and your mouth parted slightly in shock. She brushes her hand over your cheek and you swear your heart skips a beat.
“You can touch me, sweetheart,” she whispers.
You nod desperately and immediately your hands find her hips. “I-is this really happening?” you breathe, unable to wrap your head around it.
“If you want it to.”
You nod again, just as desperately. “Yes, God, yes. I’ve wanted you for so long,” you gasp weakly.
Emily smiles softly at you. “I have as well.” Her gaze drops from your eyes to your lips. “Can I kiss you?”
You think the way your hand immediately slides into her hair and presses her lips against yours is answer enough.
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— A NIGHT AT CASEY'S — c.novak x female best friend
PREMISE: You always crash at Casey’s place after nights out — but this time, drunk and giggly, you accidentally walk in on her jerking off in her bedroom. Instead of leaving, you close the door behind you, lean against it, and ask, “Why didn’t you ever tell me you were packing that?” The look she gives you changes everything.
You were just looking for a T-shirt, something soft and oversized to crash in after a night out. Both of you half-drunk, hair messy, skin still warm from laughing too hard over greasy takeout on her couch. But when you round the corner to her bedroom, the light’s on, the door cracked, and what you see makes the air catch in your throat.
Casey’s sitting at the edge of her bed, legs spread wide, her head tipped back against the wall. One arm draped lazily over her stomach, the other wrapped around the thickest, meanest-looking cock you’ve ever seen in your life. And you don’t even think she’s noticed you yet.
She’s jerking herself off in slow, steady strokes — palm slick with what looks like a mess of lube and precum, her long fingers curling around the thick shaft like she owns it. And goddamn, she should. That thing is massive. Heavy, veiny, flushed dark at the tip, the crown angry and swollen and drooling a fat bead of slick that rolls down over her fist with every stroke.
You swallow, your legs going weak at the sight, pussy clenching tight in your underwear like it knows exactly what it’s looking at. Heat blooms low in your belly, sharp and sweet and filthy. You didn’t know Casey was packing something like that. Hell, you hadn’t even really let yourself imagine it.
But now you can’t stop.
Her cock is gorgeous — long and thick, veins bulging along the underside, the head a flushed, deep pink that glistens with slick. Every time she fists her hand down to the base, her stomach flexes, a soft, shuddering breath leaving her parted lips. You can hear the slick slide of her palm, the wet sound obscene in the quiet of the room.
She murmurs something under her breath, low and rough, and her hips twitch upward into her fist.
You’re wet already — embarrassingly so — your pussy throbbing behind your panties just from watching her work her cock like that, from seeing how good she looks with her legs spread wide, skin flushed, a lazy smirk ghosting across her lips as her strokes slow, teasing herself. And she still hasn’t seen you.
You don’t even realize you’ve stepped closer until the floor creaks under your foot.
Her head snaps forward, eyes latching onto yours — and god, the way her pupils blow wide when she sees you standing there, all flushed and needy-looking in the doorway, makes your breath hitch.
“Well, well,” Casey rasps, voice thick, a crooked grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. Her hand still slowly works her cock, squeezing the base and giving a little upward stroke that makes her grunt. “Didn’t hear you come in, sweetheart.”
You can’t even pretend to look away. Your gaze drops straight to where her cock is still glistening in her grip, slick and heavy, a fresh bead of precum gathering at the tip. Your thighs press together like it’ll help, but it doesn’t.
“I…” you start, then shake your head, voice barely a whisper. “Jesus, Casey.”
She grins wider, the kind of cocky, dangerous smile that makes your stomach flip. “What’s wrong? Never seen a cock before?”
“Not like that,” you admit, heat flooding your face and between your legs. You lick your lips, unable to tear your eyes away from the way her fist moves, the way her abs tense, how thick that thing looks — and god, you feel yourself getting wetter just standing there. Your panties are damp now, clinging to your pussy like a second skin.
Casey lets out a low, smug little chuckle. “C’mere, baby,” she murmurs, voice hoarse, her thumb brushing over the tip of her cock and smearing the slick bead across the head. “No point in just watchin’, huh?”
Your pulse trips, stomach tight, your body already moving before your brain catches up.
You cross the room, the heat of her skin, the obscene size of that cock in her lap, the thick, musky scent of her arousal hitting you like a punch to the gut.
And you want it.
You want her.
You wanna see if you can even take it.
You reach her, your knees brushing against the inside of her spread thighs, and fuck, she’s even bigger up close. Her cock is thick, long, the head flushed so dark it looks almost angry, glistening with slick precum and the shine of lube. The veins stand out along the shaft, her fingers wrapped tight around the base like she’s holding back from just grabbing you and pulling you down onto it.
You can feel your pussy throb, wetness pooling in your panties so heavy it’s probably visible if you stripped them off right now. She can tell, too — the way her eyes drop to your hips, that little smirk tugging at her lips like she knows exactly how soaked you are without even needing to touch you.
“Go ahead,” Casey murmurs, voice low and thick, her free hand reaching out to rest on your waist. “Touch it.”
You don’t need to be told twice.
Your fingers brush over the head first, slick and hot and so fucking heavy in your hand. Precum beads at the tip, and when you swirl your thumb through it, Casey groans, her hips twitching up into your touch.
“Fuck, baby,” she rasps, head tipping back against the wall, her throat working around a swallow. “Didn’t think you’d actually have the guts.”
You smirk, wrapping your hand around the shaft just under the head — your fingers can’t even fully circle it, not with how thick she is. The skin is so hot it makes your pussy clench hard, slick dripping down the inside of your thigh.
“Didn’t think you were packing something like this,” you breathe, stroking her slow, watching the way her abs tense, the soft flex and jump of her cock in your hand.
“Could’ve asked,” she grins, voice a little shaky now, her eyes locked on your hand moving over her cock. “Would’ve let you have it anytime you wanted.”
You lean in, dragging your tongue over the swollen head, tasting the salt and heat of her. She lets out a sharp, choked sound, her hand tightening on your waist.
“Jesus fuck,” she groans. “Open that mouth, sweetheart.”
You do, licking up the underside, tracing the thick vein that runs along it before wrapping your lips around the tip. She bucks up instinctively, the fat head pushing against your tongue, stretching your mouth wide.
It’s a stretch — you can already feel your jaw ache a little and you’ve barely taken the tip — but fuck, the way she groans, the tight grip of her hand tangling in your hair, it makes your pussy throb, your clit pulsing against the wet cling of your panties.
“God, you look so fuckin’ good like this,” Casey growls, her hips giving a shallow thrust that pushes her cock deeper into your mouth. “Bet that cunt’s soaked already, huh? Drippin’ for my cock?”
You moan around her, and she hisses through her teeth.
“Shit — yeah, you are,” she mutters, pulling you off her with a wet pop and grabbing your chin so you’ll look at her. Her cock glistens with your spit, a fat bead of precum still clinging to the slit. “Take those off.”
You peel your shorts and panties down in one motion, letting them drop to the floor, and her eyes drop immediately to your pussy. Her mouth curves in a crooked, hungry grin.
“Look at you,” she murmurs, stroking herself slow again as her gaze trails over your soaked folds, the way your arousal shines in the low light. “So wet for me already. Knew you’d be like this.”
Your face heats, but you don’t care — not when you’re aching like this, not when your pussy’s clenching around nothing just watching her fist that big, gorgeous cock.
“Casey,” you whisper, stepping closer, reaching to brace your hands on her shoulders. “I need you to fuck me.”
A low, guttural groan tears from her throat as she drags you into her lap, her cock pressing hot and heavy against your inner thigh.
“You sure, baby?” she rasps against your neck, teeth grazing your skin. “I’m not gonna be gentle.”
“Good,” you breathe, grinding your slick pussy against her length, shuddering at the obscene heat and size of it. “I don’t want you to be.”
And with that, she grabs her cock, lines it up with your entrance, and pushes the head against your soaked folds.
You cry out at the stretch, at the thick, slow push as she works just the fat head into you. It’s so much — bigger than anyone you’ve ever taken — your walls clenching around her, your pussy trying to suck her in even deeper.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Casey growls, teeth gritted, sweat beading on her brow as she holds herself back, easing deeper inch by inch. “Goddamn, baby… feels so fuckin’ good.”
Your nails dig into her shoulders, hips rolling instinctively, chasing that fullness, the obscene, perfect stretch of her cock inside you.
“More,” you gasp, panting against her ear. “I want all of it.”
Casey lets out a strangled, desperate sound and snaps her hips up, sinking the rest of her cock deep into your pussy in one rough, wet thrust.
You swear you see stars.
And she’s still not done.
The stretch borders on unbearable, a deep, searing ache that makes your thighs tremble as Casey bottoms out inside you. You swear you can feel her cock in your stomach, thick and pulsing, your pussy stretched impossibly tight around her. The sound you make isn’t even a moan — it’s a needy, broken whimper, your body jerking as your clit grinds down against the rough line of her pelvis.
“Fucking Christ,” Casey groans, her hands digging into the fat of your ass, fingers flexing hard enough to bruise. “You feel so good, baby. So fucking wet… so tight… fuck.”
You can barely answer, already drunk on the stretch, your pussy spasming around her cock as she rocks her hips, just a slow, grinding drag of her length against your walls. Every inch is thick and hot and perfect, veins dragging along your sensitive flesh, the fat head nudging deep inside, right against that spot that makes you cry out.
You can’t help it — you lean in, lips latching onto her neck, and bite down hard. You want to leave a mark, want her to wear you tomorrow, flushed and aching beneath her lawyer-collar and crisp jacket.
Casey snarls when your teeth sink into her throat, one hand coming up to grab a fistful of your hair and yank your head back. Her eyes are wild, pupils blown, a grin curling at her lips.
“Yeah? You like leavin’ your marks, sweetheart?” she growls, her voice ragged as she bucks her hips up into you. “Go ahead. Fuckin’ claim me.”
And you do.
You bite her again, this time at the curve of her shoulder, hard enough that she groans, her cock twitching inside you. Then you trail your lips lower, mouthing at the swell of her tits, sinking your teeth into the soft skin there too, leaving little red dents and bruises as your tongue flicks over her nipple, teasing her until she shudders beneath you.
Her hands never stop moving — one squeezing your ass, the other sliding up to palm your breast, rough and greedy. She tugs at your nipple, pinching just enough to make you whimper, your cunt clenching hard around her cock.
“Goddamn, look at you,” Casey grits, slamming her hips up harder now, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. “Riding my cock like you’ve been dying for it.”
And fuck, you have.
You roll your hips, grinding down onto her, chasing every thick, perfect drag of her cock against your walls. Slick sounds fill the space between your bodies, your juices coating her length, dripping down onto her balls. It’s filthy, wet, fucking perfect.
Your clit grinds against her pelvis with every thrust, sharp sparks of pleasure shooting through you, and you know you’re close — can feel it building, your pussy tightening, your breath catching.
Casey feels it too. She reaches between you, two fingers finding your clit and circling it hard, fast, without mercy.
“C’mon, baby,” she growls, sweat shining on her skin, her eyes locked on yours. “Wanna feel this tight little cunt squeeze my cock. Cum for me.”
The pressure tips over, white-hot and blinding, your body seizing up as your orgasm rips through you. You cry out, grinding down onto her, your nails digging into her shoulders, your pussy clenching so tight around her cock that she hisses through her teeth.
“F-fuck, yeah — just like that, baby, milk my cock — fuck,” she pants, hips snapping up into you, chasing her own release.
You’re still shaking, breath ragged, as you lean in and bite her collarbone one more time, claiming her, marking her up like she’s yours. And she fucking is — the way her cock throbs inside you, the way she groans your name, it’s yours.
Casey’s thrusts turn erratic, her breath catching on a curse as her cock swells, and then she’s spilling inside you — thick, hot pulses of cum flooding your pussy, filling you so full it leaks out around her cock, dribbling down onto the bed.
She groans deep in her chest, crushing you against her as she rides out every last twitch, her fingers still teasing your clit, coaxing aftershocks from you until you’re trembling.
When it’s over, you both collapse into each other, sticky and spent, her cock still half-hard inside you, your teeth marks already blooming red against her skin.
And you grin against her neck.
“Leaving all those marks on you, counselor,” you murmur, voice wrecked and smug. “Better button that shirt high tomorrow.”
Casey chuckles, breathless, her hand smoothing down your back. “Shit, sweetheart,” she grins, voice still hoarse. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
Your legs barely have time to stop shaking before Casey grabs you again, hauling your body up like you weigh nothing, tossing you down onto your back. The mattress dips beneath you, the sheets still damp with sweat and cum. Your pussy’s still leaking, stretched wide from how hard she just fucked you, but the second she strokes her cock — thick, flushed dark, and glistening with your slick and her cum — you feel yourself clench all over again.
Casey shoves your legs up, hooking them over her shoulders, folding you in half. The angle has your tits pushed up, your nipples stiff and flushed, chest heaving as you pant up at her. She runs her palm up your thigh, fingers squeezing into the muscle, her other hand stroking her cock — that big, fat thing jerking in her fist, veins thick and pulsing, precum drooling from the swollen, angry head.
“Look at you,” she groans, cock slapping against your soaked folds, making you jolt. “Tits bouncin’, pussy so fuckin’ wet for me. You ready for Daddy’s cock again?”
You’re already whining, hips twitching up for it, your body fucking desperate.
“Please, Daddy,” you breathe, your voice wrecked and filthy. “Need it — need you to fuck me.”
And Casey fuckin’ grins, cocky and feral, leaning down to press the thick head against your hole. Your cunt stretches around the tip instantly, still so soaked you both moan at the wet, obscene sound of it.
“Fuck, baby — you’re so fuckin’ stretched already. Can feel how loose this pussy is for me,” she rasps, voice breaking as she pushes deeper. Your walls drag over every vein, the fat ridge of the head catching against your walls before it pops inside.
You let out a desperate, broken cry as she bottoms out in one rough thrust, your tits bouncing with the force of it, the slap of her hips against yours sharp and wet.
“God damn,” Casey groans, sweat shining on her chest, her abs flexing as she holds herself there, feeling your cunt flutter around her. “Still so fuckin’ tight — greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
Your nails dig into her arms, your tits bouncing with every hard, brutal thrust she gives you. The angle’s so deep you swear you can feel her cock in your guts, the thick base grinding against your clit, making you sob.
She fucks you like she owns you — hard, fast, reckless. The bed rocks with every slap of her hips, your legs shaking over her shoulders. Her body’s gorgeous above you, muscles flexing with every snap of her hips, her tits bouncing with each movement, sweat trickling down her stomach.
Your own body’s reacting like it’s wired straight to hers — every rough drive of her cock sending another pulse of slick gushing from your cunt, your tits bouncing, your nipples so tight it aches.
Casey’s watching you, her eyes glazed with lust, her lip curling into a filthy grin as your mouth drops open in a wrecked, helpless moan.
“Fuck yeah, baby,” she pants. “Bounce those pretty tits for Daddy. Love seein’ you fall apart on this cock.”
She drops one hand down, thumb circling your clit with rough, fast pressure, while her other hand wraps around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head swim.
“C’mon,” she growls, her thrusts going harder, the wet slap of your bodies obscene and perfect. “Say it. Say who’s fuckin’ you this good.”
“Y-you, Daddy,” you choke out, tears stinging your eyes, your pussy spasming around her. “Only you — only your cock feels this good.”
That does it. Casey snarls, hips slamming home with bruising force, her cock throbbing deep inside you. The pressure on your clit, the stretch, the dirty words — it’s too much. Your orgasm rips through you, your body locking up, a scream tearing from your throat as your cunt clamps down around her cock.
You gush around her, soaking the sheets, your tits bouncing violently as she keeps fucking you through it, chasing her own release.
“F-fuck, baby — that’s it,” she groans, her face tightening, her cock swelling inside you. “Gonna cum — gonna fill you up again — take every fuckin’ drop like a good little slut.”
With a ragged growl, Casey slams in one final time, her cock buried to the hilt as she unloads deep inside you. You feel it flood your pussy, thick, hot spurts of cum coating your walls, dripping out around her cock. She groans through clenched teeth, muscles flexing, cock jerking with every pulse.
The pressure, the stretch, the heat of it sends another wave of aftershocks through you, your pussy milking her for every drop.
When it’s over, she collapses onto you, her cock still deep, both of you slick and filthy and breathless. Her mouth finds your neck, teeth sinking in to leave another claim, while her hand lazily toys with your oversensitive clit, making your legs tremble.
“Might keep you like this all fuckin’ night,” Casey murmurs, voice smug and wrecked, her cum leaking from your stretched hole around her thick cock. “Goddamn, sweetheart — you were made for Daddy’s cock.”
And you can’t even speak, too blissed-out and wrecked to do anything but whimper for more.
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