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amiharana · 1 year

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thinking about the champions fighting off a monster horde together and revali acting as link's support to make sure no monsters get the jump on him, but at some point he shoots an arrow near link with the intention of hitting a monster at the same time link turns his head to look at revali.

the arrow grazes link's face leaving a cut, and revali watches it all happen in slow motion, from the moment link starts to turn his head to the moment it draws blood and link winces. utter horror floods revali's veins so he knocks and shoots as many monsters around him and link as he can, then drops to the ground stalking over to link to check the injury.

he's snapping and spitting link for being an idiot and putting himself in the line of fire (and also gently adding healing salve to it), but inside, revali is completely horrified to have injured link. his aim is usually so precise and clean, he doesn't know how he could have made such a rookie mistake. luckily, it's a light wound... (but it could have been worse, a voice whispers in the back of revali's mind)

after the battle, they return to hyrule castle and after the debriefing with the princess, revali immediately books it to the archery range at the training grounds and starts shooting as many bullseyes as he can. his aim has never failed him, he's never hurt anyone like that, especially not link. he keeps replaying the moment link got injured because of him in his head... revali refuses to let it happen again, he can never inflict harm onto link with his craft like that ever again. he couldn't live with himself if he did.

#revalink #loz #botw #loz botw #legend of zelda #amihan's revalinkverse #🥹🥹🥹#link will find him at the range a couple hours later #he's got a little bandaid on his cheek because he went to the infirmary to make sure it wasn't infected or anything #and revali has destroyed 12 of the castle's targets every single one of them loaded with arrows at the center #revali is out of breath and STILL shooting and there are several bows with broken strings off to the side #link approaches him and pulls at revali's arm to make him put his bow down and then wraps his arms around revali into a hug #link tells him it's okay and revali says it's not #so link just keeps trying to soothe him until revali's muscles relax under his hold #revali eventually returns link's hug telling him he's sorry and link just shakes his head and says it's fine #they're okay they're fine </3 they're gonna be okay <////3

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airenyah · 2 months

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applying rosin to the bow as if that's magically gonna make me better at string crossings

#i suck at string crossings rip #airenyah plappert #no but the act of applying rosin feels soothing when i get frustrated #it's therapeutic ✨

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penofdamocles · 1 year

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Also @saintworks I dunno how much you enjoy eating exactly but I am a professional baker and I’ll gladly make you however much of whatever you want with a specific design, if not for you then maybe as a morale treat to your employees? As thanks for like, 3 separate things over the course of last night and the past week. Baked goods are my go-to gift/payment/potluck contribution and preferred art form so I don’t have a ton of other options but I’d like to pay you back somehow.

#The last few hours could've been /much/ worse.#You were right it was pretty soothing.#I also appreciate the uh. Advice before.#Important reference that was probably pretty painful to recount. But it sure was convincing.#No Strings (ic)#M!A: Electronic Angel #saintworks

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junewild · 8 months

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normally my solo night routine is that i take my meds, shower, brush my teeth, check on all the cats one last time, open the windows, & then crawl into bed to scream “i hate sleeping by myself!!!” into a pillow for however long it takes me to lose consciousness. but tonight i’m skipping the last step in favor of listening to this on repeat

#k talks #he tuned all of his strings to f!!!#& it sounds AMAZING!#my brain is sooooooo soothed #she stood in desperate music wound #ethan hibbs #acoustic guitar #Spotify

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howdyfriend · 1 year

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Thanks @royalphantompain for the pass to the files, the song from the mp3 is very nice :)

#cut the strings ♡#very soothing #especially in comparison to the rest of the puzzle lol #dont know where you got the song robyn but its very pretty #twtt puzzle moment

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dictee · 1 year

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@knifeeater tagged me to list 5 songs i've had on repeat lately <3

come on kiki - emily wells

ach ach liebling - stereo total

bring me home - sade

my melody - yeojin

shadow - raleigh ritchie

tagging @sharpestlives @downstairsbar @genderenvy @haenim @mtong-lu @zabadi !

#also: string quartet no 22 in b flat major - mozart (not for fun. i have to write an essay)#for some reason my melody is like crack to me its so soothing #this is kind of embarrassing i feel like i havent been super into anything in particular recently. except come on kiki. weird vibes this mo #th

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ambrosiallkiss · 1 year

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I may be overthinking Keith's epilogue a little, but rather than relying on the "he's inebriated" plot device to explain/conceal his alter, it would've been a breath of fresh air to see him flirt/be mischievous (barely grazing over the lines of courtesy) to learn more about MC who has placed her good faith in him through a game. For instance, there might be a card game or a chance to teach MC how to play an instrument (like a lute or something) that would allow for playful proximity...

Alter Keith seems like the kind of guy who would play/bend decorum or courtesy or disregard it entirely if he had need to.

Anyway, even if it wasn't a typically 'spicy' epilogue, I think I would've preferred a fun sort of beguilement than what we got...

And wondering if his personal attendant has a name, or if they are good friends since there seems to be a level of trust between them 🤔

#rambles #ikepri keith #just make his alter a tad less...predatory #teaching/playing a game seems a fun way to spend time #alter keith gives palm kisses/finger kisses to sooth from the sting of lute strings #keith just occupying my thoughts #a long late night ramble lol

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sttoru · 29 days

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⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. the jjk men coming back home to their lovely housewife after a rough day at work <3

tags. satoru, suguru, toji, sukuna x housewife!female reader (separately). fluff, mostly smut. size difference for all of em. manhandling here n there. p in v -> unprotected. crēampies. brēēding themes. half asleep when writing this—apologies for any grammar errors

𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔. dry humping, cūmshot, reader gets called ‘angel, baby’.

“mmmh.. ya smell like cookies,” satoru sighs as he hugs you from behind, lightly swaying your bodies back and forth in a romantic dance. you had jazz playing in the background while you were baking some cookies, completely relaxing in the comfort of your home.

you got somewhat startled when satoru first appeared behind you, his arms sneaking around your waist. you scolded him—though were quickly soothed back into a loving mood when he kissed your neck and enveloped you in his embrace.

satoru can’t help but to let his urges take over. having his pretty little wife in his arms in that apron he bought, is doing unspeakable things to his body. his hands roam all over your torso until they stop to fondle your breasts.

“no no,” your husband swirls his tongue around your ear as his hands squeeze your chest from underneath your shirt. “continue what you’re doing, angel. let your hubby do what he needs to do, ‘kay?”

you’re used to the usual routine by now; satoru coming home, spoiling you with either gifts, food or his affection before relieving his stress on you. satoru never leaves you sexually frustrated—ever.

“kay,” you nod and just continue to work on the batter for your next batch of chocolate chip cookies. it’s difficult to concentrate when satoru’s warm breath sends shivers down your spine. his tongue slithers from your ear to your neck, unapologetically leaving hickeys. he always makes sure to give you them. you’re his and he needs to keep reminding you of that fact.

“fuck, baby,” satoru’s breath hitches once he feels your hips jolt back against his groin. his fingers brushing against your sensitive nipples was all it took for you to get worked up. you whimper his name under your breath—body squirming in his arms.

satoru bites your earlobe gently, his own hips not able to stay still for another second. he rolls his lower body against yours from behind until you can feel the imprint of his hardening erection pressing against your ass. you grind back against him, to which satoru responds by tweaking your swollen nipples, “such a naughty fuckin’ wife i have.”

your husband is on the edge of just cumming into his pants without any shame. he’s done so before when in your presence—the dry humping always gets to him. it’s a weakness of his that he isn’t good at hiding. he rubs his huge bulge right between your sweet and plump asscheeks, getting off from the feeling.

“gonna make me cum in my pants,” satoru whines and his slender fingers dig into the fat of your breasts even more. he’s needy for you, for every part of you. the fact that you’re sweet enough to accept what he gives you is driving him to the brink of insanity. he tries to stop himself, though to no avail, “shit— don’t wanna— need to cum inside of y—”

a string of whimpers leave satoru’s mouth and his hips spasms against your ass, pressing you against the kitchen counter as he gives one last thrust forward. “my god,” satoru breathes against your nape, his throat dry as he imagines that it’s your warm cunt swallowing every drop of his cum instead of his boxers.

you turn your head to look at satoru behind you. “are you okay, hubby?” you ask through soft breaths. the white-haired man shivers at your smooth voice which makes him press the bulge in his pants against your behind even tighter. you can feel a certain wetness starting to form on the front of your lover’s pants.

“yeah, totally fine,” satoru breathes out, trying to stay cool, calm and collected. he’s trying his best not to ravage you right now. he’s throbbing—blood flowing into his cock again already. you’re the only one who could trigger such sensual reactions from him.

satoru pats your ass a couple times, letting his wet tip rub against your folds through his pants;

“just wish i could’ve bred y’r cunt instead. fuck—can i? need to pump my pretty girl full before i go insane.”

𝐆. 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔. on the table top lol, reader gets called ‘sweetheart, darling’

suguru always makes a beeline towards you after he gets home. it’s tough being a cult leader—having to ‘treat’ people who come begging him for help. having to exorcise those curses that haunt those incompetent buffoons.

all of it is exhausting to the sorcerer. and what better way is there than to find solace in the presence of his stay at home wife?

“sweetheart,” suguru shows you that handsome smile of his the moment he steps into the living room, “need some help?” his eyes dart down at you on your knees, manually scrubbing a spot underneath the couch that was hard to reach. his gaze is focused on the arch of your back, how your ass sticks up as you complain about you’re inability to reach that spot in the corner.

“no, ‘tis fine,” you sigh and give up. you sit up straight on your knees and finally look at suguru. you didn’t expect him to stand so close to you in under a second, his hands reaching for you the moment he comes into your vision.

before you know it, you’re stripped from your shorts and panties. your back is on top of the nearest dining table and suguru’s standing right between your spread legs. he reveals his stiff cock after unzipping his pants and gives it a good few pumps as he looks you up and down, “i’ll fuck the frustration out of you, yeah? don’t you worry, darling.”

a win-win situation; suguru gets to take care of his needs and you get to forget about your exhaustion from all the household chores. your back arches off the surface and your eyes widen the second you feel his dick invade your tight pussy.

“mmh, yeah— that’s it,” suguru grunts, not able to take off his eyes from your wet folds as his cock disappears between them with each thrust. he starts off slow, allowing you to get used to the feeling of being stretched out, “you’re doing so well. you deserve this and so much more.” you appreciate the little things your husband does to make sure you stay comfortable throughout the entire process.

“suguruu,” you moan out his name, to which he responds with a short hum. your nails dig into his muscular back with every move—each time his tip taps that sweet spot deep inside of you. suguru kisses the inside of your upper arm before moving up to place a peck on your forehead.

“mhm, such a good little wife,” he sighs in content and fails to contain those noises of pleasure. you catch the faint grunts and moans that leave his lips between heavy breaths. suguru’s completely blessed to have you be his forever lover, “thank you for taking care of the house today as well.”

your stomach fills with butterflies because of his smooth tone. suguru’s calm yet hoarse voice ringing in your ears makes you want to burst already. the long-haired man punctuates his thrusts with pecks on your cheeks—kissing you after each slow yet harsh hip thrust.

your teary eyes meet his and you’re completely mesmerised by the way he looks at you. your husband is careful about the way he treats you, especially during intimate moments where you’re the most vulnerable.

though at the end of the day, he’s also but a man. seeing his gorgeous wife underneath him as he’s drilling into her will make him lose it. no doubt. all suguru wishes to do is to make that belly of yours expand with his love—his cum;

“hold onto me, sweetheart. i’m going to go a bit harder on you today, is that okay? yeah? good girl, take it for me.”

𝐅. 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈; mating press, reader gets called ‘doll, wife, ma.’

assassin work is not for the weak. you know it, toji knows it. he always comes back home late at night. sometimes he doesn’t return home for days on end. you’re constantly living in fear that your husband may never return. even as toji reassures you that he will, every day.

“were ya worried again, doll?” toji asks as he tries to console you. you had been crying, he could guess by the dried tears on your cheeks. it’s around three in the morning and he had returned from yet another mission. only to find you still up.

“you promised you’ll stop doing such dangerous work,” you hiccup, trying your best not to cry again. toji sighs and turns your face so he could look you in the eye. he can’t help the tingle of excitement that runs down his spine—you’re adorable when you’re upset, “i did, didn’t i?” toji nods as his callused hand runs up and down your side.

he feels guilty every single night. he’s going to quit his job for your sake, though first, he has to save up some money that would last you a couple months. toji hates seeing you in distress about him and thus always tries to distract you.

by pleasuring you until you’re unable to think about nothing but him.

“i’ll make it up to ya,” toji grunts the moment he has your legs up in the air, your body nearly folded in half underneath his bigger one. he loves this position solely because he can see every change in your facial expressions. “c’mon, wife,” the dark-haired man mumbles, his eyes glued to your bouncy breasts and pouty lips, “told ya not to worry too much ‘bout me, yeah?”

you nod, knowing you should trust your husband. he’s never once broken his promises of coming back home to you. so, you simply let go and moan his name repeatedly as his tip kisses the deepest parts of your insides. “i—i trust you,” your tongue rolls out due to how well toji’s pounding you into the mattress.

toji grins at the sight. just a couple thrusts and you’re gone—completely cockdrunk without a worry in sight. he lets out a moan at the way you’re holding onto him so desperately, like you don’t want him to go. “fuck, keep that up ‘n i’m gonna knock you up, ma,” toji hisses. he can’t keep himself from cumming right inside of your cunt if it keeps on squeezing him.

you can’t even respond due to his thrusts knocking the wind out of your lungs. you can only babble about how deep he is and how you’d love to carry his kid. toji’s on cloud nine as he hears you confess your desires to get impregnated by none other than him;

“mmh, don’tcha worry, ‘m g’nna make you a momma soon enough. that way y’ won’t be lonely no more when i’m gone. gonna give you a kid so that you’ll always have a piece of me around—heh.”

𝐒. 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍; heian era. degradation. cunnilingus. reader gets called ‘woman, brat,’

all you can do when sukuna isn’t around, is bore yourself to death. you hang out with your lady-in-waiting or with the cats walking around the estate. sometimes you go visit markets or other beautiful places right outside of the area, but that’s all there is to it.

though, when sukuna returns from his duties, you’re always happily welcoming him back. you’re the first one to greet him and lead him to a place of relaxation. that place being your shared bedroom. sukuna’s hungry eyes that are focusing on the way your clothes fit around your curves tell you more than enough.

“where ‘s my dinner, woman?” the king of curses’ deep baritone nearly makes you shake. you watch as he sits back against the headboard of the bed, his expression stoic yet amused. you know he doesn’t mean real food—he means you.

you’re his dinner.

you take the hint and slowly undress yourself, a strip tease to make sukuna excited about what’s to come. however there are more consequences to teasing him, as he isn’t a person known for his patience.

“stop wriggling,” sukuna scoffs against your wet cunt not a minute later. your clothes are ripped off your body and your legs are wrapped around his head. you can’t stay still when sukuna’s tongue is quite literally devouring you.

you moan out his name loudly, just the way he likes it. sukuna grins against your wet folds, letting the tip of his tongue roll up and down your slit while his thick finger lazily stimulates your clitoris. “got a fuckin’ brat as a wife,” sukuna delivers a harsh slap against your sensitive cunt after cupping it with one big hand, “stay still, i said.”

you squeal at the rough contact. you attempt to listen to your husband, but your body doesn’t allow it. your sticky thighs keep shaking and your hips keep jerking upwards against his mouth. his wet tongue slobbering all over your pussy is a clear sign of just how much sukuna looks forward to coming home—to watch you beg for mercy when he goes too far.

“delicious,” sukuna pants as he dives deeper into your folds, burying his entire face against your cunt. he sniffs your scent and simultaneously enjoys the taste of your wet juices. you’re all he needs after a frustrating day of taking care of duties back to back.

one of his hands brushes against your lower abdomen to keep you pinned to the bed. you grab the wrist of that hand and hold onto it for support. sukuna groans at the sight of you trying so hard to not cum on spot from his actions.

he speeds up the movements of his tongue and his big hand squeezes your tummy a little in the meantime;

“i think i’ll go for a second round of dessert after this one, ey? what’d ya think? wanna let everyone know that you, your cunt and your whole body is all mine—so i’ll probably fuck ye so good y’re gonna be heard all ‘round the estate.”

#sttoru writes.#jjk smut #jjk x reader #gojo smut #geto smut #toji smut #sukuna smut #gojo x reader #toji x reader #sukuna x reader #geto x reader

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ickadori · 6 months

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i think yuji has a thing for spoiled, bratty girls. the ones with borderline bad attitudes, who roll their eyes more than they smile, and scowl and huff when things don’t go their way.

sure, it can be annoying sometimes, but you’re never like that for long, not with him at least. you try, but all he has to do is wrap those steel arms around you and gush about how pretty you are, how he loves you so much, how much he missed seeing you and then you’re like putty in his hands.

you’re sweet, bashful, doting, clingy, glued to his side and rubbing yourself against him like some baby kitten. it’s cute, you’re cute, and he’s head over heels for you.

but like all things, that doesn’t last long either. your moods are fickle, changing at the drop of a hat, and your little outbursts can be explosive, sometimes offensive. yuji usually lets you get your frustrations out, lets you rant and rave while he sits and listens, and then when you’re all tuckered out he’s dragging you into his embrace and whispering comforting words into your skin followed by sweet kisses.

sukuna always tells him how soft he is when he does that - she’ll never respect you if you keep letting her off like that, he says. put her in her fucking place, he hisses. back in my era, the only time a woman opened her mouth around me was to suck my cock, he reminisces.

but yuji isn’t like sukuna, he doesn’t need to do those things to get you back how he likes you most, sweet and soft and eager for his love..but sometimes you really try his patience, so he figured he could do something, nothing close to the cruel things sukuna had suggested, but something to let you know that you couldn’t just do and say whatever you wanted all the time.

he figured he’d take something away from you, like you’d do with a misbehaving child, something that you loved and couldn’t get enough of, no matter how much he gave it to you.

his cock, obviously.

“yuji!” he’s had you like this for a while, your stomach flush against his bedroom wall as he forces you to stand while he squats behind you. you’re dressed in a little skirt and an equally as little top, no panties in sight. the skirt is hiked up around your hips, and he swallows past the lump in his throat as he thrusts the pink dildo into your drooling cunt once again, his ears twitching at the lewd squelch that sounds.

your thighs tremble, knees buckling, and he lets his free hand come down against your ass, his lips soothing the sting after when you let out a whimper. “m’sorry,” he mumbles against your skin, “but you have to stand up straight for me, baby.”

“mm-nn,” you shake your head, and yuji tsks, wrist pulling back to slide the dildo out until only the top remains, and then he’s quickly slamming back in, lips still peppering kisses along the curve of your ass. “ah! i want you, yuji. i wanna feel you..”

“you don’t get my cock until you start being nice to me.” he builds up a steady pace, his breathing ragged as he listens to the squelching coming from your cunt. needing to see it and not just hear it, he pulls his head back, marveling at the way your pussy grips onto the silicone, your slick coating the shaft along with his fingers. “such a pretty pussy for such a mean girl.”

“s-shut up!” he sees you clench, feels the resistance when he goes to push the silicone cock back into you, and he practically salivates as he watches a fresh wave of slick ooze down the shaft.

“see? so mean to me… i shouldn’t play with your pussy at all.” he slips the dildo out of you, jaw going slack as he watches your hole clench around nothing, your desperate protests and pleas falling on death ears. there’s a string of your arousal dripping down between your trembling thighs, and yuji swipes it up with his finger before pushing it into his mouth, lashes fluttering as he groans around the digit.

“please, yuji, m’sorry! i-i’ll be nice, i promise!” you plead and cry, and yuji knows you’re only thinking with your pussy right now, that overwhelming urge to come clouding your mind. you’ll be fussing at him by the end of the night if he gives in, he’s sure of it, but he’s not a mean man. how’s he supposed to tell you no when you beg for him like that? when your pussy weeps for him like this?

he can’t.

it only takes a second for him to free his own cock from his pants, replacing the dildo with the real thing, and he moans loud and guttural when he slips inside, your hot cunt wrapping around him like a vice. “fuck, baby.” his pelvis grinds into the fat of your ass, his hands pinning yours against the wall above your head as he thrusts in and out of you. “you feel so good.”

“yuji,” you keen, and he knows you and your body well enough to know that you’re milliseconds away from coming.

“you gonna come?” he breathes in your ear, low and raspy, and you weakly nod, his name leaving your lips like a chant, and the muscles in his thighs and calves flex as he bends at the knee to fuck you at a slightly different angle, tip of his cock pushing into that spot that always leaves you a babbling, sniffling mess. “go ahead and come, baby. make a mess.”

that’s all the encouragement you need before you’re creaming around his cock, pussy clenching and fluttering around him as declarations of love tumble free from your lips, and he wonders how long it’ll take for you to change your tune this time.

#yuji x reader #jjk smut #++ yuji #IM ILL #MY BFFFF #i have 10 million thoughts about him and will probs only write like 7 at most v.v #++ yuji/brat

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deb79ful · 7 months

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"I had a dream that I was climbing this massive wall, taller than the world... then a roar outside woke me up."

Soothing tunes, silly puppets, and sweet popsicles!

#traditional art #old art #inktober #2017 art #2018 art #climb #thunder #soothing #strings #melt

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cntloup · 3 months

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18+ MDNI Simon encouraging you to take his cock when you're scared it won't fit :(

"Come on, baby." he coos while stroking his hard throbbing cock which is seeping with pre-cum.

You timidly walk up to him and straddle his lap, scared but aroused with anticipation.

Your eyes widen and your mouth forms an o shape at the size of him up close.

You take him in your shaking hand and smear the pre-cum all over his shaft, using it as lube and you align his cock with your wet pussy.

"It won't fit, Si!" your voice wavers, your body trembling, anxious eyes gazing into his.

"Shh, baby! I'll make it fit!" he purrs, chest rumbling, eyes dark with lust.

He grabs your hips and slowly sinks you down, splitting your sweet little pussy open on his fat cock.

Your tight walls swallow his thick cock, veins and ridges rubbing against the soft sticky flesh.

You throw your head back and emit a guttural moan as your ass hits his thigh, his fat cock buried inside you to the hilt.

"Good girl." he praises, kissing your lips and softly caressing your hips to soothe your ache.

He slightly pushes the bulge on your belly and you gasp at the warm sensation.

You feel so full, your tight needy cunt stuffed to the brim with his meaty cock, warm tight walls stretched so wide you never thought it was even possible.

His tip strokes your cervix just right as you begin to slowly roll your hips.

And soon, you're digging your nails into his broad shoulders, a string of hiccupped moans pouring out of your lips as he bounces you up and down his cock.

He softly pants and grunts in your neck and his chest reverberates against yours, rubbing against your sensitive perky nipples.

"Ahh...ahhh...Simonnn!" you sob out, shedding tears of pain and pleasure.

"My pretty girl... taking me so well, love!" he groans as his rough fingers dig into the plush of your hips, thrusting up into your tight hole mercilessly.

You feel the stream of sheer euphoria flow through you as you cum around his cock, coating it with your warm cream.

He utters a growl as he fills up your womb with his seed.

You flop onto his shoulder out of exhaustion.

"You ok, babe?" he questions worriedly.

"Never been better!" you reply with a chuckle.

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