it’s hard to think, hard to breathe when you feel so full. he’s just big. too big.
"shit – ‘m so full. fuckin’ me so good," you whine shamelessly, fingernails clawing at the back of his broad shoulders. "don't think i could take any more."
“i’m gonna make it fit and you’re gonna take it like the dirty little slut you are.”
you nod frantically, the beginnings of tears welling in the corners of your eyes.
“ohmygosh, you’re gonna destroy me, lu.” you groan into his neck. your hand pushes at his stomach as you feel your orgasm creeping up, but he is quick to smack it away.
“yeah, i’ve gotta destroy that pussy, baby.” he murmurs, his fingers and thumb pinch the fat of your ass. “you're so pretty, babygirl. real fucking pretty when you're full of cock."
he presses kisses down the side of your face, your jaw, your throat, murmuring between each one. so good for me. you feel incredible. that's in. doing so well.
"suck. you know all about that, yeah?", he rasps lowly, and you have no choice but to obey. you take his thumb into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. he pushes it further into your mouth, making you gag slightly. he only smiles, slapping your ass roughly.
you’re whimpering. crying. but luigi doesn’t stop.
not even when your legs start twitching. not when you sob his name into his neck. not even when your whole body shudders and your orgasm slams into you like a truck.
“my god, baby,” he groans. but even in his own haze he's still watching you, half-lidded brown eyes focused on the way your lips part, the way your own lashes flutter. “so good every time, such a good girl.” he’s proud.
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