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“YOU CAN BE MY MOMMY”

- MILF BILLIE HEADCANNONS ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧

╰┈➤ Billie age: 50 ✧.*. ׂ╰┈➤ reader age: 26

(I know 50 is kind of bad. leave me alone lmao) fluff &* smut

billie can always tell when your mommy issues are hitting harder than usual. you get quieter, clingier, more sensitive. billie notices instantly and becomes impossibly gentle with you for the rest of the day without ever making you feel embarrassed about it.

billie loves touching you in tiny ways. fingers hooked in your belt loop, palm against your lower back, thumb rubbing circles into your hip while you stand beside her in line somewhere. she always needs to be touching you somehow.

when you’re overwhelmed, she gets quieter instead of louder. rubbing your back, kissing your knuckles, telling you softly, “c’mere, baby. i got you.”

her cleavage is always there, soft and deep, even in a loose tank top. those little grey streaks in her hair catch the lamp light when she leans over you. she knows you stare. she uses it.

you'll be lying naked in bed, her breast in your mouth, and she combs her fingers through your hair, murmuring "good girl, that's it, sweetheart." she smells like cherries. you could stay there forever.

when billie's had a long day, she pats her thigh twice. that's your cue. three spanks always turn into eleven because she loses count, gets lost in the sting on her palm, the heat rising off your skin. you tried to stop her once, caught her wrist—she spanked your hand away so hard it bruised, then added five more for daring.

that argument where you said you'd leave her for someone younger—led her to strap you from behind. her front pressed flat against your back, teeth on your ear, one hand smacking your ass, the other slapping your clit. "you think a young thing can make you feel this full? this stupid?" your eyes rolled back. legs kicked out. she kept going.

she adores taking care of you in tiny ways. warming your side of the bed before you get in. plugging your phone in when you fall asleep. pulling the blanket back over your shoulders when you kick it off during the night.

rainy days are basically her love language. you in one of her sweaters, both of you curled up on the couch while she reads aloud to you with her glasses slipping down her nose.

billie tries to act unbothered when your friends joke about her age, but it sticks with her more than she admits. especially when she hears them laughing over speaker phone saying things like “does she even know what that means?” she’ll smile tightly, but later that night she gets quieter than usual.

she hates when people assume she’s “holding you back” because she’s older. especially when they talk to her differently, like she’s temporary in your life instead of someone deeply loved.

she’s terrible at texting shortcuts. you’ll send something simple like “ily” and she’ll reply with “what does that mean again?” while squinting through her glasses at her phone.

she’s obsessed with old pet names. sweetheart. darling. angel. meanwhile you call her things like “hot milf” and she nearly chokes on her coffee every single time.

billie’s favorite thing is when you crawl into her lap while she’s trying to work. she’ll sigh dramatically like you’re disturbing her, but five seconds later her arms are wrapped around your waist automatically.

makeouts with billie are wet and messy. she bites your lip first, always, then sucks it into her mouth. her hands find your hips or your hair, whichever is closer. sometimes she pins you against the wall, sometimes she kneels over you on the bed, her hair falling around your face.

billie loves when you sit on the bathroom counter while she gets ready. her standing between your knees fixing her rings or buttoning up her shirt while talking to you sleepily in the mirror.

in the bathtub, she shifted, turned you to face her, water dripping as she pulled you into her lap, and started grinding slow. her clit slid against yours under the hot water, as she kissed you open-mouthed, tongue pushing in. her hand came up to grip your jaw, holding you there while she rocked.

billie dresses like the kind of older woman people can’t stop staring at. low baggy black pants hanging perfectly on her hips, rings on her fingers, oversized sweaters slipping slightly off one shoulder while her glasses rest low on her nose.

at home, she’s mostly in silk dresses, sometimes she’ll have robes tied loosely enough that you can see the curve of her chest while she drinks coffee in the morning completely unaware she’s ruining your life.

one of her favorite things is picking you up when she gets home. the second you run toward her she wraps her arms around your waist and spins you around the kitchen while both of you laugh like idiots.

billie loves old fashioned romance. dancing with you in the kitchen, kissing your knuckles, leaving handwritten notes in your bags that just say things like thinking about you already.

aftercare is her best side. after you're both spent, she pulls you against her chest, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other rubbing slow circles on your sore ass. she kisses your forehead, runs her fingers through your hair. she'll say "you did so good, sweetheart, so good for me." then she reaches for the water on her nightstand, makes you drink.

billie loves showing you photos of her younger self late at night. old polaroids spread across the bed while she laughs softly at her outfits and hairstyles. “god, i thought i was so cool.” meanwhile you’re staring at her completely mesmerized because she’s been beautiful in every stage of her life.

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Milf billie where are youuuuuu?!?

“SWEAR ON THE BIBLE”

➤ synopsis: you’re dragged to church after getting caught kissing a woman by your mother. you’re put on display by the preacher’s daughter—who’s just as guilty as you, and way too good at making you fall for your own sins.

⤷ SMUT ₊ ⊹ g!p = dom!billie, sub!reader, degrading kink, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, highly detailed, chocking, manipulation / power imbalance, ✶ pairings: preachersdaughter!billie, churchgirl!reader. *requested*

tw: religious themes / potentially offensive to christian beliefs.

the church felt cold that morning. the soft whispers seemed to seep underneath your skin, causing chills you thought left.

you sat beside your mother, her expression blank, eyes straight ahead, as if she was too ashamed or embarrassed to face her own daughter.

you could feel the tension running through your body from last night, the way she opened that door, the silence, the inhumane look she gave you. everything.

and now you were here. front row.

your mother’s eyes flicked toward you. “sit up,” she whispered, sharp under her breath.

you straightened instantly, your heart was already racing. afraid.

because billie was at the front. she stood there as if she most the most holy on here. which happened to be far from the truth, but no one knew.

black blazer, long sleeves, high neckline—but it hugged her upper part perfectly, before her skirt fell smoothly over her hips. the fabric was clean, expensive-looking. her heels clicked softly when she stepped.

her dark hair was tucked behind her ears, a few loose strands softening her face. her makeup was subtle but precise, lashes dark, lips soft, skin smooth under the lights.

she looked perfect.

“…the bible makes it clear,” she said, voice even, as she spoke to the room. “that not all ways of living align with god’s will.”

your stomach tightened. her eyes moved across the room, then—landed on you.

they didn’t leave.

“leviticus 20:13,” she continued, already opening the bible in her hands. “if a man also lie with mankind, as he lieth with a woman…”

your breath felt shallow.

“…both of them have committed an abomination…” her voice didn’t shake.

“…they shall surely be put to death; their blood shall be upon them.”

you wanted to throw up.

your mother leaned slightly closer. “this is what i’m talking about,” she muttered quietly. “you need to hear this.”

you barely registered it. because billie was still looking at you.

there was something else underneath it.

“you.”

your soul escaped your vessel. you didn’t need her to say your name. “…come up here.” your body went still. your mother’s hand pressed into your arm, firm. “go,” she whispered. “now.”

you stood before you could think.

every step down the aisle felt like a gateway to hell, every tap of your shoe cracking open fire beneath.

It was like the whole room was watching you for the exact reason you feared.

billie didn’t move much—just shifted slightly, giving you space at the front.

when you got close, she held the bible out to you.

“your mother told us you’ve having complications sleeping with the same sex. so, I want you to read it,” she said quietly, lower.

you took it, fingers brushing hers for half a second too long.

it sent a small, unwanted feeling through you.

you looked down quickly. “leviticus 20:13,” you started, voice tight.

you could feel her beside you. “if a man also lie with mankind, as he lieth with a woman…”

your throat felt dry. “…both of them have committed an abomination…”

your voice dipped slightly, and that’s when she moved. closer. her heel made the softest sound as she stepped behind you.

your breath caught without permission. her presence settled there—close enough that you could feel the warmth of her, even without contact.

then, her hand came up beside yours on the page. “keep going,” she murmured near your ear. her voice was quiet.

only for you. “…they shall surely be put to death…” your grip tightened on the bible. her hand adjusted slightly over yours. her fingers brushed against yours just enough to make it feel intentional.

her breath grazed your ear again. you almost lost your place.“finish it,” she whispered.

but then, you felt it. the subtle press of something firm against the small of your back, hidden beneath the layers of her skirt. her slight bulge that was hidden was now—pressing in just enough to tease, to remind you of secrets shared with you both.

she was pretending to guard you, to help you stand tall before the audience, her fingers lingering on your arm like a shield. but you knew better; this was her way of toying with you.

your voice faltered for a split second, a hitch that you prayed no one noticed. heat pooled low in your belly, your composure cracking under the weight of her touch. the congregation leaned in, hanging on your words, oblivious to the way billie's body molded against yours from behind, her heels planting her firmly as she pressed deeper.

you forced yourself to. “…their blood shall be upon them.”

then she stepped back. just enough space for you to breathe again. she cleared her throat before gently speaking. “now. I want you to place your palm on the verse and swear. promise to our god that you would follow his guidance.”

you hesitated. your mother shifted in her seat, eyes already on you. waiting.

so you lifted your hand. placed your palm flat against the open page. “repeat after me,” she murmured.

you swallowed. “i… promise,” you started, voice unsteady. she nodded faintly, watching you.

“to follow god’s word.”

“to follow god’s word,” you repeated.

“to turn away from sin,” she continued, her tone smooth, guiding.

your fingers pressed slightly harder into the page.

“to turn away from sin.”

there was a pause.

“and to trust his plan for my life.”

your voice felt small.

“and to trust his plan for my life.”

silence settled for half a second.

then she gave a soft nod.

“thank you,” she said, louder now, stepping fully back.

and just like that, people started clapping. “amen.”

“thank you, jesus.” “thank you lord—“

the sound filled the church, overwhelming.

your mother stood slightly, smiling like something had been fixed.

“thank you,” she said, voice returning to normal, composed, like nothing had shifted. she took the bible from your hands.

you turned slightly, about to step away— and your eyes lifted to hers. she was already looking at you.

—

after service, you stood off to the side near the pews, hands fidgeting, watching as your mother pulled billie aside. they spoke quietly. you couldn’t hear everything, but you could see it.

your mother was nodding, serious but hopeful.

billie standing close, hands folded in front of her, listening. her head nodded once. then again. both of them glanced over at you at the same time.

your stomach dropped. you looked away quickly—then back.

just in time to hear a piece of it. “…we can arrange a baptism next week,” billie calmly said.

like this was normal.

your mother nodded almost immediately.

“yes,” she said. “i think that’s exactly what she needs.”

your mother paused for a second, like she was considering something.

“…i was thinking,” she started, voice softer now, “maybe she could stay a while? spend some time going over the word more in depth… just so it really settles in.”

billie tilted her head slightly, listening.

your mother continued, glancing over at you briefly.

“or—maybe you could sit with her, guide her through some of the teachings… help her understand what’s expected moving forward.”

billie nodded once. “i don’t have anything planned after this,” she said calmly. “i can stay with her.”

your stomach dropped. your mother smiled faintly—relieved.

“i’d really appreciate that,” she said. “i think she needs someone like you to… keep her on track.”

billie’s eyes flicked toward you again.

“of course.”

your mother walked over to you not long after. her hand rested briefly on your shoulder.

“i’m going to head out,” she said, tone firm but lighter than before. “you’re gonna stay here for a bit. spend some time with billie, go over a few things.”

you blinked at her.

“what?” your voice came out quieter than you meant. “for how long?”

“not long,” she replied. “an hour… maybe two. just listen to her, alright? this is for your own good.”

your chest tightened.

“mom—” you started, but she was already shaking her head.

“i’ll pick you up later,” she added. “just behave.”

and then she was gone. just like that. walking out with the rest of the last few people until the doors shut behind them. silence settled over the church.

no voices. no movement. just you. and her.

at first you didn’t move, then slowly, you turned your head.

billie was already walking toward you, heels gently clacking against the floor. your heart picked up again.

she stopped a few feet in front of you. and you didn’t hold it in.

“why would you do that?” you asked, voice low with embarrassment. “why would you call me up like that… in front of everyone?”

your hands clenched slightly at your sides. “you embarrassed me.” for a second, she didn’t answer. just looked at you. “…i didn’t embarrass you,” she said quietly.

her voice wasn’t harsh at all. “i gave you a chance to make things right.”

her head tilted slightly, eyes still locked on yours.

“no,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “don’t do that.”

“it is embarrassing,” you continued, voice sharper now. “you stand up there acting like you’re so… righteous, like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing.”

“you started this,” you said, quieter now but more intense. “you push it, every time. and then you turn around and act like i’m the one who’s wrong for it.”

“you like it,” you added, voice dropping. “you like when i give in. it gives you something—like control or… power or something.”

billie’s lips shifted into a smile. just enough for her dimples to show faintly.

“you’re not wrong,” she said softly. she stepped closer.

“i am watching you,” she continued, voice low now. “seeing how far you’ll go. how easy it is for you to give in.”

your stomach twisted.

“and every time you do…” she tilted her head slightly, eyes locked on yours, “that just tells me how much more you need to be here.”

you swallowed. “you’re messing with me,” you said under your breath.

“no,” she replied calmly. “i’m showing you something about yourself.”

she then moved around you.

your breath hitched as she stepped behind the pew, coming up close at your side, then just behind you. “it’s not about me,” she murmured, her voice right near your ear now.

a chill ran down your spine.

“it’s about you… not having control.”

your fingers curled slightly against the wood.

her lips brushed just barely against your ear as she spoke again. “and there’s no excuse for that.”

your breath stuttered.

her hand came up slowly, until it rested lightly at the front of your neck.

you hated how your body reacted. hated how it didn’t pull away. hated how it leaned into it. why couldn’t you let this go?

why did it feel like this? her thumb shifted faintly against your skin.

“tell me,” she whispered. “how does this make you feel?.”

your throat felt tight—not from her hand, but from everything else. “…confused,” you admitted, voice quieter than you meant. “and… i hate that i don’t want you to stop.”

a small smile pulled at her lips when you answered. her fingers tightened slightly at your neck—not enough to hurt, just enough to remind you she was there.

“the devil doesn’t even have to try with you,” she added softly. “you’re already giving into it.”

“what if…” you started, your voice coming out softer than you intended. she paused. her breath ghosting your neck.

you swallowed.

“what if you’re the devil,” you whispered, barely audible. “just… dressed up as something else.” a small silence.

her lips came in contact with your warm neck, light kisses causing you to shudder.

“is that what you think?” she murmured. your eyes lifted, and landed on the cross at the front of the stance.

it made something twist in your chest. “…i shouldn’t want this,” you admitted. “but you do,” she murmured. “you want it all. you need it.. it feeds you,” her voice lowered, as a lot gentle hum escaped your lips, from her words.

quietly, she circled around the pew, never letting go of your neck, guiding you like she owned every inch of you.

your legs squeezed together instinctively, a ache building low in your belly as you looked up at her, lips parting like you were begging without words.

billie’s free hand came up, fingers tapping your cheek lightly but sharp, making your jaw slacken, mouth opening wider in surprise.

she didn’t hesitate, leaning down, crashing her lips against yours in a sloppy, messy kiss that tasted like sin and forbidden fruit—her tongue pushing in deep.

your core clenched hard at the first swipe of her tongue, wetness pooling between your thighs.

her knee nudged between your parted legs, pressing right up against your aching core through your dress. you lowly moaned into her mouth, the sound muffled by her lips, your hips bucking without thinking as she ground her knee harder, rubbing slow circles that made your clit throb.

the kiss turned nasty quick—her teeth nipping your bottom lip, sucking it hard enough to sting, spit mixing as tongues tangled wetly. you reached upward, and gripped her thigh with both hands, nails digging in, and started riding her knee desperately, rolling your hips to chase the feeling, your pussy soaking through your undergarment.

your head was spinning from the lack of air and the building heat, but you couldn’t stop. when billie felt you trying to pull away for air, she wrapped her tongue around yours, keeping the distance close. you breathed through your nostrils, seeking different air flow to keep you steady.

your underwear was disgusting—damp. your thighs shuddered when you felt her kneecap bump onto your clit, as you pulled away with a gasp. your heart pulsed, awakening every vein underneath your tender skin, begging to be touched in ways that wasn’t considered holy.

you began to slip your church shoes off with your feet. billie's breath was hot against the side of your neck, her tongue now trailing along your skin before her teeth grazed, nipping just hard enough to make your spine tingle.

you wrapped an arm around her head, fingers tangling in her hair to hold her there, pressing her closer as she spat softly against your collarbone, the saliva sliding down instantly before her lips followed, kissing and sucking her own spit.

she pulled back just enough to whisper against your ear, her voice low and feminine, “lay back.” she eased away, her eyes dark as she watched you. you shifted, trying to peel off your modest stockings, lifting your hips off the wooden seat to slide them down your thighs, until they pooled at your ankles.

you kicked them aside, glancing up to see billie mirroring you, her hands slipping under her church skirt to tug her underwear free, letting them drop to the floor while the skirt stayed on.

your gaze dropped to the bulge poking insistently through the fabric, straining against it more clearly, as she reached for her dress shirt, unzipping it partway to reveal her chest, buttons straining against her cleavage.

you kept your dress on, still respecting where you were, even as heat pooled between your legs.

with a simple motion, you slid your soaked underwear off, the damp material sticking briefly before giving way, leaving you exposed beneath the hem of your dress, the cool air hitting your folds.

you laid back on the pew, back flat against the rough cushion, as your legs were propped up, giving her a silent invitation to your slick core. the natural reflection from the large windows reflecting onto you—glistening, showing how your outer lips laid perfectly.

billie paused, her fingers going to the cross necklace around her neck, unhooking it with a deliberate motion out of respect for her actions. then she looked at you, scoffing, an expression of disgust took over her face.

“'how are you not embarrassed of this shit?” she said, voice hushed but sharp. “you have God's eyes all on you, and you still don't care.”

guilt twisted in your gut like a knife. but you wanted this—needed it—despite the holyness around you.

billie stepped closer to the pew, her presence looming as she softly lifted the edge of her skirt, folding it up just enough for you to see her dick, thick and hard, veins pulsing along its length, the tip already beading with precum, a dark pink color flooding the head.

“went through a prayer this morning and everything,” she murmured, shaking her head, her eyebrows furrowed, “and all you care about is getting dick from women.” her words stung, amplifying the guilt growing inside of you, but they only made your core clench tighter.

why did she have to talk so much? you thought.

she climbed onto the pew, settling in the middle of you, her body aligning over yours in a missionary position that trapped you. you spread your legs open more, thighs parting wide as if you were starving for her.

billie reached down, stroking herself slowly, her hand gliding over her shaft as she eyed the wetness between your legs, her mouth watering just from looking.

she leaned in closer, the heat of her body radiating onto you, as then you felt her jerking her tip off against your clit, your stomach tucked inward with a sharp whine that left your lips.

billie hissed, before actually rubbing her whole length against your folds as well, teasing more then necessary. the muscles in your fingers tightened, balling into a fist from the dopamine.

she didn’t stop, she would then only push the tip in before pulling out, watching how you closed around her for her own satisfaction. “billie,” your voice cracked, begging for her to stop teasing.

she rubbed one more time, enough to make your hips twitch before she shifted, pressing the head past your folds. your feet curled in your socks, toes gripping nothing as a deep moan tore from your throat, mirrored by billie's low hum vibrating against her chest.

she was filling you inch by inch, the burn of the stretch mingling with a flood of pleasure, your walls clenching around her as she sank deeper, every ridge and vein dragging against your sensitive insides.

leaning in more, she brought her chest flush to yours, the unzippered shirt allowing her breasts to press soft and heavy against you through your dress, her arms bracketing both sides of your head, caging you in as her hips rolled forward.

your thighs flexed, muscles tensing as her thicker thighs pushed yours back further, folding you open, exposing you completely. your hands found her hips, fingers digging into the fabric of her skirt and the firm muscle beneath.

billie’s length throbbed with every thrust, the heat of her pulsing against your walls made your spine arch. you could hear her moaning, low and guttural at first, building into ragged gasps that echoed off the vaulted ceilings—'fuck, yes' slipping from her lips between breaths, her voice cracking as your core clenched hugged her.

the sounds were obscene, wet slaps of her hips meeting yours adding with the creak of the pew beneath you, her moans turning into drawn-out groans that radiated through her body onto yours.

the force of her thrusts made your breasts bounce under your dress.

your hand slid down her back, fingers splaying over the curve of her ass through the bunched fabric of her church skirt, gripping the firm muscle as she moved against you. you squeezed, pulling her closer, urging her deeper with each knead of your palm against her.

billie bit her lip hard, teeth sinking into the soft flesh as her eyebrows furrowed in concentration and ecstasy.

your fingers tangled in billie's hair, pulling her face down to yours in a desperate grab, her eyes surprised for a split second before she leaned in, crashing her lips against yours. her thrusts kept up, driving her dick deeper into your soaked core as your mouths met, your lips parting open under the pressure of her tongue slipping inside, tasting the salt of her sweat and the faint bitterness of her lip where she'd bitten it earlier.

your other hand went down between your bodies, bunching the fabric of your dress higher up your thighs, exposing more of your skin to the cool church air and giving her even fuller access to you—though she was already buried to the base, it let her hips grind closer.

her hands roaming greedily over your body, fingers tracing the curve of your waist, squeezing your sides underneath the thin dress, then sliding up to cup your breasts, thumbs circling your hardening nipples until they peaked painfully. it was clear she needed this just as badly as you did.

her hands dipped lower, slipping underneath your ass to grip the soft flesh there, fingers digging into your cheeks as she lifted your hips up off the pew slightly, angling you better for her thrusts.

the new position let her go even deeper, her pace quickening, her skirt hiking up further with the motion. your core hugged around her, walls fluttering and tightening in ways that made her hips shudder against yours, a stutter in her rhythm as she felt you squeeze her length.

'”look at the crosses,” billie mumbles against your lips, breaking the kiss just enough to force your eyes upward. “how many times are you gonna repent before you learn your lesson, hm?” her words dripped with mocking undertone, each word punctuated by her hips slamming harder, the force lifting your back off the pew in an arch, your moan dragging out long and broken.

her full body weight pinned you down now, chest heaving against yours, the heat of her skin seeping through her half-unzipped shirt as she ground into you relentlessly.

with a rough yank, she pulled the front of your dress down, the fabric tearing slightly at the seams to expose your breasts. she dove down without hesitation, mouth latching onto one, sucking hard with wet, slurping pulls that made your toes curl, all while her thrusts never slowed.

your body felt like it was on fire, your brain fogging over in a state of pleasure and shame, thoughts scattering like confetti making it impossible to focus on anything but the stretch of her inside you and the pull of her mouth.

billie switched sides, her hand coming up to slap your other breast sharply, the sound cracking through the walls of the church, as it jiggled from the impact, a red mark flushing on the skin while she sucked greedily on the first one, alternating between bites and licks that left it glistening with saliva.

the sting shot straight to your clit, making you buck up into her, but you didn't stop her, honestly, you were letting billie do whatever she wanted.

billie pulled away from your breast with a wet pop, a thick strand of saliva connecting her swollen lips to your glistening nipple, stretching thin before snapping against your skin. she licked her lips slowly, keeping the taste of you.

your hands, trembling with need, fumbled toward her blouse, fingers seeking out the buttons she’s already loosened earlier, popping open a few more, desperate to feel more of her bare chest against you. the fabric parted further, revealing the lacy bra, black and sheer, hugging her breasts. billie caught the look on your face, a slight smirk curling her lips as she bit down on the lower one.

you didn't hesitate, your palm sliding up to grasp one of her breasts through the bra, squeezing the softness, pulling a sharp hiss from her throat. the contact made her hips buck involuntarily, grinding her length deeper into you for a moment.

she reached up, her fingers, rough from gripping the pew earlier, prying your jaw open just enough to shove two of them past your lips, pressing against your tongue, salty.

“suck,” she murmured, voice low and whispery, but you were already hollowing your cheeks, swirling your tongue around the digits as they mimicked a smaller thrust, coating them in your spit while her other hand braced on your hip.

then her pace shifted, thrusts turning hard and slow, withdrawing almost to the tip before slamming back in. the drag of her dick against your walls pulling a guttural groan from deep in your chest. your eyes rolled back in your head, whites flashing as pleasure spiked through you.

her fingers still lingered in your mouth, twisting slightly as you sucked them greedily. her eyes dropped down between you, watching herself now glistening and veined from your arousal, looking at it going deep into your folds before pulling back, the shaft coated in a sheen of your juices.

the tip flared reddish, swollen and slick, ridges prominent as it stretched your entrance, your outer lips flushed, clinging to her length like they refused to let go, parting wetly with every pull only to swallow her whole again.

“so fucking good,” her voice cracked, her hips rolling to grind the base against your clit, making your outer folds quiver and spread further under her stare, the sight drawing a low, satisfied hum from her throat as she bit her lip again, eyebrows knitting.

"fuckkk,” she muttered.

- a/n: I didn’t know how to end this, and I was afraid it was gonna be too many words lolol.

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