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bunny584 · 4 months

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OBSESSED: CHOSO

A/N: A short series of how our JJK boyfriends would act when they’re utterly deranged about you! Enjoy!

C/W: Premature Ejac, Mature. 18+

Choso thought it would get better. And it has gotten exponentially worse.

You and Choso have been exclusive for two weeks now. Two whole weeks. And he still can’t keep his libido in check.

His stupid brain.

His empty, stupid, caveman brain.

It’s criminal, how quickly and how often it finds new things about you to be turned on by.

The way you sigh. The falsetto in your voice when you say “Hi baby!”. How your hair falls out of the messy pony tail. How you hold your fucking coffee cup and take baby sips to avoid burning your tongue.

God, your tongue.

Your lips. Your eyes, eyelashes. Every single strand on your head is boner material and it’s driving him insane.

You smile at him and he’s rock hard in his pants. Counting down the minutes until he can finally fist himself.

Choso grips the gear so hard his wrist might snap in half.

“Almost there?” You ask. Sugar on your voice like cotton candy.

“Almost there, baby.” Words feel like nails against his dry windpipe.

He’s tried everything. Cold showers. Long walks. Scolding himself. Slapping his dick over and over and over to try and replace some of the pleasure with pain. But nothing works.

It’s a sick joke.

My shy, quiet boyfriend. You always tease him.

If only you knew a category 5 hurricane of filthy rot constantly decimates his brain.

Quiet because he is always biting metallic into his mouth to keep from moaning. Or saying something vile.

If he had it his way, he’d follow you around with his hand on his dick. At least it would feel honest. Not like how he’s mastered quietly cumming in his pants whenever you nestle in his lap or lean over him to get something.

You want to go slow and he’s happy to. Really. Because at this point he’d finish just rubbing against your pretty petals.

He’s needy. He’s desperate. And he has no idea how to fix it.

Or if he wants to fix it.

His mind floats back to the one time you let him eat your pussy. 2 minutes in.

No that’s fucking generous.

1 minute in and he was holding a pool of his own cum in his hand like a pathetic, pervert. And the way you laughed when he stammered the sorry explanation made him hard all over again.

You two finally make it to dinner and he beelines for the bathroom.

Thanking every Diety known to Man for gender neutral, single use stalls. He clumsily unbuckles his belt and his rod springs free.

His head hits the cold wall behind him. His hand tugs on autopilot.

“So fucking pretty,” he murmurs to himself.

His hips buck upward and collide with his fist, over and over and over again. Heat swells from his balls. His pre cum leaks in a constant stream from his thick, blunt tip.

“Choso?” A light voice ripples through his mind and his hand flies off his angry, abused cock.

“Y-yes, princess?”

“Let me in!” And he immediately obliges. He can’t tell you no. He can’t even hesitate.

“Baby! What’s wrong?” Concern etched all over your face. His expression must be as miserable as he feels.

Your petite hand cups his face and his cock springs against his abdomen.

In his haste he forgot to fully tuck himself back in. And there his drooling dick is. Thick and proud. Pale and crimson against his black shirt.

His face flares hot. A babbling stupid mess trying to hide his perversion. Trying to stuff his oversized length away from view.

To his surprise your tiny warm hands caress his clumsy fingers. Every hair stands at attention. He freezes. Artic breeze from the over head AC stops him in his tracks.

Your gazes collide. Your doe eyes and blown out pupils make his balls ache. You guide his hand to your neck line and help him tug it down. Enough so that your pierced, plump nipples spill over the top. Fully exposed for him to gawk at.

“Nnhhgh..” a stupid unintelligible moan escapes him. Slack-jawed idiot. His brain is scrambled to mush.

“Suck.” The tiny command from your gorgeous lips and frame 10x smaller than his unravels him.

He eagerly obeys. Wrapping his lips around your metal clad nipple. Groaning and gripping at your other breast, in a desperate display.

“Aww” you giggle at his pitiful moans and sucks.

He starts humping the air between your bodies. He’s so embarrassed but he can’t stop.

Rutting against nothing except the mere thought of being able to maybe one day handle the friction of your flesh.

“Fuck, oh fuck” he rasps out switching to your other nipple. Your hands weave into his hair. Electric shoots through his cock from his balls and he is so close. So close.

“Stop.” One word and he comes to a razor sharp end. Pulling off you. Submitting to your whims.

But not in time. His cock spurts thick, hot white ropes of cum against his black shirt. Eyes slammed shut. Mortified at his ruined orgasm.

Your lips pull up in a beautiful smile. One that cuts his stupid short refractory period in half.

He will do anything you tell him to. Anything.

“Don’t bother cleaning up, handsome! Let’s go finish dinner.” You’re light hearted and giggling and flutter out the door before him.

His face is flushed blood red. He stares down at his cum stained shirt. Absolutely humiliated.

You’ll be the death of him.

It’s perfect.

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sadesluvr · 2 months

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Kiss It Better

Seven minutes in heaven with Ethan Landry turns out to be the therapy you both needed.

(Ethan Landry x Reader)

A/N: My first (overdue) Ethan fic! Pre ejac with Ethan is one of my guiltiest pleasures…Minors/Ageless blogs DNI

Word count: 1.5K

Tags: SMUT / Fem! Reader / Enemies to lovers / Handjobs / Fingering / Premature ejaculation / Virgin! Ethan + Experienced! Reader / Dirty talk / Dom + Sub elements, if you squint

Ethan didn’t know how he’d gotten here; back pressed against the narrow walls of a shoe cupboard whilst he fought the process of perspiration, which seemed damn near impossible given the stuffiness of the frat house.

His heart pounded in his chest as he squirmed uncomfortably, desperate not to look you in the face. You, the bane of his existence, had become stuck together, counting the seconds as the time passed for the dreaded seven minutes.

It was a Friday night, and expectedly, Chad had dragged him to another party, filled with cheap alcohol and set to the aura of low, coloured lighting. He hadn’t expected you to show up - people usually only showed up to parties for one thing, and you were already dating Bryce, someone who happened to be his classmate.

To put it simply, Bryce was an ass. He was a self entitled econ student, with a Fortune 500 father and a future budding stint in jail for fraud - should he ever be caught - though guys like Bryce never did.

Two things made it worse - One, the fact that he seemed to target Ethan himself, and two, that you, his girlfriend, never seemed to do anything about it…to the point that it was encouraged.

There was never a moment where Bryce hadn’t threatened Ethan for ‘help’ (it was much, much more than that) to the latest assignment, or made a snide comment towards him in the hallways. He hated it, but he’d always been kind of a pushover.

So wasn’t it ironic that you’d ended up rolling him at a game of ‘Spin the Bottle?’

“I’m sorry,” Ethan said, clearing his throat. “I know you probably wanted someone like Chad…”

You snorted.

“He definitely wouldn’t have hurt,” you sighed, staring up at the ceiling, likely begging for someone to rescue you. “But I’ve been there, done that….plus, I’ve already got a man,”

Ethan raised his brows at your flippant admission. Chad hadn’t mentioned that before.

“…Does Bryce know you’re here?” he stammered.

“Yup,” you said nonchalantly, popping your tongue. “He didn’t stop me, so I guess our chapter’s closed,”

“Y-You broke up?” Ethan said, throat dry as he choked on his own words. This probably meant that the bastard would be even more of an ass to him, if that were even possible.

You nodded.

Ethan stared at you with wide eyes, about to speak when you raised a finger.

“I don’t need your pity. It’s just a college fling, I’ll move on to the next.”

He raised his brow and puffed his cheeks at that statement. He’d heard the exact opposite, but who was he to speak about someone else’s relationship?

It was silent for a few moments, with you finding a particular interest in your nails before you looked up at Ethan, studying him intently. He was rather big for a nerd; tall, with surprisingly wide shoulders and arms - a direct contrast to his boyish curly hair. He’d always been nothing but shy and polite - something even Bryce had echoed - but you’d never really taken him seriously. At most, he was just some dude from Econ who happened to room with one of your past flings.

Still, whether it was the liquor induced haze from cheap alcohol or the fact that you were moping over your breakup, the little dork seemed rather appealing. After all, what was a better way to get over a failed relationship?

“Look, I’m sorry for how that came out, okay?” You huffed, making eye contact with him. “I’m a little hurt, and I can be a total ass sometimes…Just like Bryce. I’m sorry for how he treated you. Totally not cool.”

You tried not to giggle at the way the boy's eyes widened.

“Y-You don’t have to apologise, it’s not really your fault!” the boy stammered. “Bryce is — He’s Bryce. And I actually liked doing his assignments, they’re kinda fun when you’re really into the topic…! I-I mean not to—“

His rambling was silenced by your lips on his, taking charge as you smeared the taste of your lipgloss across his lips, consuming every one of his stifled gasps. You pulled away, unable to hide a smirk as he ran a hand through his hair; face flushed and panting. He was so animated in his actions that it was hard to believe he was real.

“Y-You kissed me…”

“Sorry,” you hummed. “I won’t do it again,”

“No! No, I liked it…” Ethan said desperately. “A lot…” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t think you’d be into a guy like me…”

You smirked and shrugged your shoulders.

“You’re pretty cute for a nerd. Besides, it’s pointless to waste our time here, isn’t it?”

“I-I think time should be up soon —“ the boy continued to stammer, but you rolled your eyes and placed a finger to his lips, silencing him.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” you whispered, draping your arms around his neck before you began to kiss him again, this time running your fingers through his hair, your graceful fingertips sending chills down his spine. He reciprocated, opting not to go too far and settling with his hands on your waist, tracing the curve of your spine as he relaxed into the motions of your lips against his.

Was he dreaming?

His somewhat emboldened move made you smirk, and you pressed your body against his, breasts pushing against his chest and thigh rubbing along his crotch, causing him to gasp.

“Shit…” he mumbled, pulling away as he tried to adjust himself. “I’m sorry, I —“

“Ethan,” you sighed, cupping his cheeks. “You don’t have to be sorry, I like it. And as long as you do too, I’m down. Just relax, okay?”

He nodded, mesmerised as you took his hand, and interlocked your fingers, guiding them from the soft mounds of your breasts to past your thighs, eventually slipping them under your skirt. Ethan’s fingertips had pushed your panties to the side with ease, and the boy almost choked as he enveloped his digits in your folds.

You were warm and wet, and so his movements inside you came easy. If the fact that he was touching you weren’t mesmerising enough, it was your unwavering eye contact that made his heart clench. You were taking control, and yet you were still submissive enough to let him explore you - solidified by the entranced look in your eye.

He must’ve been doing something right.

“Feel good?” you hummed, not really listening out for an answer. Ethan’s low, ragged breaths told you everything, and you almost took pity on him for what was to come.

Sliding your hands down his torso, you stopped at his jeans, cupping his bulge and giving it a gentle squeeze. He gasped; involuntarily pulling you towards him as his head draped slightly on your shoulder. He was practically keeling over and you’d barely even touched him.

Smirking, you skilfully unzipped his fly and dug around in his briefs, gripping your hands around his cock before pulling it out. His precum dripped tip grazed your thigh, twitching as you began to stroke the vessel, admiring its girth.

Ethan whimpered, shutting his eyes as he parted his lips, lost in the flurry of sensations. He’d just found your clit, and he revelled in the way you’d moaned as he rubbed it, causing your walls to clench on his fingers…and now here you were, jerking him off.

“Is this your first handjob, Eth?” you purred into his ear. He could barely fathom an answer, instead nodding vehemently, tousling his hair in the process.

“Aw,” you giggled, giving his balls a gentle squeeze as you kissed his reddening neck. “I’m so lucky to be your first…I bet you’ve been dreaming of this for a while, hm?”

Ethan squeezed his eyes shut, gasps slowly getting louder as he took deeper breaths. He withdrew his face from your shoulder to look at you, a beautiful devil, eyes clouded with lust as they glimmered in the dim lighting of the house around you. In this moment, nothing mattered, and he took the opportunity to kiss you - to which you eagerly returned.

His movements became more frantic as you squealed at his sudden aggression, your mixture of shock and fear somehow turning him on even more. It reminded him of all the screams of fear when he —

“Fuck, Eth,” you whined further, drawing him from his thoughts. “You’re so big, no wonder why Bryce hated you…” you mused before letting out a chuckle. “…You know, I’ve always secretly had a thing for nerds.”

Whether you were being genuine or not, Ethan immediately spilled his load at the statement, moaning loudly in your shoulder as his body convulsed and fingers twitched. His rich cum coated your fingers, and you laughed as he writhed against you, riding out his high. He’d only lasted three minutes, but they were the best three minutes of his life.

He hid his face shyly as he looked back up at you.

“That quick, hm?” you giggled, licking the excess off of your skin. “You continue to flatter me, Landry,”

“Let me make it up to you,” he said boldly, wholly serious as he stared you in the eye. You cocked a brow, expecting him to be apologetic, but you couldn’t help but admire his newfound confidence.

Fixing your clothes, you nodded and curved your lips into a smile.

“I think I will,” you hummed, taking his hand in yours. “Your place or mine?”

#florence writes!!#ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry imagine #scream x reader #ghostface x reader #scream iv x reader #scream iv imagine #scream smut

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myarlert · 2 years

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𝐀𝐖𝐖, 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄 !

thoma, albedo, zhongli, kaeya & itto x fem!reader

cw; smut, subby pretty men hehe, orgasm denial, begging, edging, overstimulation, premature ejac., use of ‘slut’

i’ve been in such a mood ugh i wanna whore out a boy so bad HELP, lmk if i missed any tags !

minors do not interact | m.list | reblogs are appreciated !

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀

subby thoma is the only thoma i can think of rn. like, would he not be the most loving and polite sub out there? following all his orders, waiting til you say to do certain things? sigh. imagine him jerking off by the front door just waiting for you to come home. he knew he wasn’t allowed to, but the aching in his cock mixed with the nasty squelching sounds coming from his pumps was pushing him to continue. just… he’s on his knees, one arm behind his back and the other pumping his shaft vigorously while looking up at the door, imagining what it would be like for you to walk in and catch him being such a nasty, needy boy. the short, puppy pants that would be tumbling from his lips would drive you crazy if you were to hear them, and he knew they always did.

𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎

laying bedo back on his lab desk, pressing a finger firmly on his tip while he clamps a hand over his mouth, trying so desperately to silence himself. ‘make those pretty noises..’ you’d say, pulling your finger away for a second just to see that sticky trail of pre connecting your finger to his red, swollen tip. the breathy gasps that would escape his mouth while you edged him for long periods of time, absolutely not wanting him to cum just yet.. those pretty noises <3 his body would to taut when he’s right at the edge, telling you to stop because he doesn’t wanna cum yet but begging you to continue your motions. his thighs would be trembling beneath your hands when you’d let go of his throbbing cock all together, letting it fall and twitch against his tummy.

𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈

he wouldn’t be submissive to you on purpose, he was just so tired that he ended up begging you to sit down on his cock. and shit.. did it feel good when you’d purposely clench down, watch his abs tense and eyes roll back just to get off of him all together. he wouldn’t mean to, but one of the most pornographic moans would slip from his lips. he just loves when he looks down to see himself buried deep inside you one second, and the next have his cock forcing itself into your throat. if his hands weren’t tied above his head with that beautiful golden rope, he surely would be bobbing your head up and down. he liked being under your control at times like this though, he’d just look down at you and smile, a dirty smirk even at how pretty you looked helping yourself to it all.

𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀

love love loves it when you jerk him off and edge him. he’s practically a slut in your hands. but how pretty he is when his back arches, head and eyes rolling back.. makes you wanna keep pumping him even after he’s cum twice, listening to his noises and watching his entire body twitch as you continue milking him. til high pitched, breathy whimpers are the only thing on his tongue, to the point where he can’t even remember your name. til he’s shooting nothing but blanks n his cock is red and burning to the touch. but you wouldn’t stop there, no. after this, the only thing he’ll know is your name, your tits, the feeling of your fingers all over him, how your dripping cunt feels molded around his throbbing cock. he’s nasty like that, is it even a good time if he isn’t trembling, oversensitized and messy at the end?

𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎

itto fucking loves being the type of switchy sub that doesn’t even want pleasure for himself. he just wants to eat your pretty pussy until you’re dripping, gasping for air while you’re gripping onto his sensitive horns and tugging him to where you see fit. itto for sure loves it when you tease his cock and balls with your tongue til he cums all over your face, his tummy and thighs. he gets so big and sensitive it really doesn’t take much, like that one time you used nothing but the tip of your finger and he was cumming within mere seconds. well.. he wouldn’t have cum that fast if you hadn’t been grinding against him during the movie.. but who knows.

tagging @paradisdementor @soaringmirror @rowsn @p-antomime

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4izawas · 3 years

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gonna finish a collab piece, work on a patreon post, start up the third addition to the camboy!eren au (and it will 100% have armin☺️), then try to toss out some kink rates lmao

{ pre-ejac hcs ; patreon }

#that’s the plan!#let’s see if my adhd allows it lmao #camboy!eren au #update: collab fic finished!#update 2: finished the patreon post!#link also added!

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halgorithmic · 4 years

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Me, hoping my video on tiktok actually blows up for once because the amount of people saying arms tonite pre ejac theory is /the/ legit thing is actually a lil upsetting

#listen #arms tonite is such a comfort song #yall will pry individual interpretation from my cold dead hands #its a fan theory from pyroprincess33 on lastgangradio's video that blew up #yall are killing me #mother mother #arms tonite #my own #ok to rb #ill admit im wrong when the creators say so #tiktok mention

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hangmansradio · 4 years

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I agree with the previous asker I know you already know this but I 👏 love 👏 pre 👏 mature 👏 ejac 👏 ulation 👏 and I 1000000% support you writing any in the future if you ever feel so inclined. You wrote it so well in Coffee sometimes I just think of that scene and am like wow. incredible. iconic.

You are a darling! 💜 I love premature ejaculation and I am very excited to write more of it, especially when I know there are people out there who love it too!

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kupwaratimes-fan · 3 years

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Pre 05 August status should not become selling point for political gains: Qayoom Wani

Pre 05 August status should not become selling point for political gains: Qayoom Wani SRINAGAR, June 25 : Former EJAC president and Chairman Civil Society forum Qayoom wani on Friday said that the pre August 5 of 2019 status should not become the selling point for political gains of any politician. He said that it is deprived baseline to be started from to fulfil the aspirations. He said that…

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kylerfey · 6 years

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Post-Easter-boy, Danny nails me

So a couple hours after the kid from work—the one who fantasized about getting pregnant by us—went home (see last post), Danny wanted to fuck again. I offered to try to attract someone on Grindr or Hornet if he wanted a second random dude that day, but he told me that I would do just fine. “But you need to put out that ass,” he said. “I don’t want you to just try to give me a blowjob and make me cum like that, Ky-Ky! I want to fuck your hole.” He was referring back a couple months—probably the last time we had actual one-on-one sex with no third or fourth dude with us—when he wanted to fuck my hole but I was resistant. I won’t go into the gross details, but I was having a rectum situation that day which made me feel not much like having Danny’s giant hog stuffed into it, so I pretty much forcibly blew him with the intention of making him cum, making his hard-on go down, perhaps making him lose interest in jamming his dick into my cunt. That worked that day, but he wasn’t having it last night. Honestly, if he insists, he can do whatever the fuck he wants to do with my body. I gave him pre-consent for any sex act he wants to do with me many years ago, but I had no problem at all with this plan last night anyway. My husband peeled off his tank-top and dropped his shorts and went to refrigerator. He snapped open a liter bottle of club soda, sipped some of it, spilled some more of into the sink. He added to it a heavy shot of vodka and then handed it to me. “Fill it, Ky-boy. Can you? Do you need to piss?” I told him to get on his knees, get ready in case I overflowed. And I did: I managed to aim my stream into the bottle’s opening but it filled to the top well before I was empty. Danny caught the rest in his mouth, only dribbled a little bit over his chin and onto the floor. “The perfect cocktail,” he said, standing up, taking back the bottle, sipping from it: “Vodka, club, Ky-Ky’s piss.” He chugged it.

Danny foreplayed with me in bed a little bit, sliding down the mattress and nestling his face into my crotch, licking the underside of my dick from root to tip, pushing the tip of his tongue into my pre-jac-drippy piss-slit. He told me my junk still smelled like the Easter boy’s cunt, and it probably did even though I’d rinsed off a little bit after I was done with him. Danny remarked that he thought the Easter kid was super-cute, that he looked “like that Russian boy.” Danny has watched repeatedly over the last year or so a video of a pretty big-eyed glossy-eyed young Russian boy, or maybe some other kind of Slavic kid, sucking a cock and getting fucked bareback. The vid is shot as if it is from the POV of the top, so one never sees the top dude’s face or whole body, just his cock and his belly. Danny thinks this video is the hottest thing ever and he has jacked off to it dozens of times since he discovered it on PornHub. I mentioned that the Easter kid and probably the Russian kid, too, were younger than Jaxon (my son), a fact that rocks hard my cock.

Danny says this: “Actually, Ky, that kid we fucked today is probably young enough to be your grandson.” Oh hell no! I said. I knowyou did not just say that I am old enough to be a fucking grandfather whenyou, in fact, are by far the oldest dude in this bed! I rolled Danny onto his belly and open-palm spanked his bare ass quite hard for nearly a full minute until it was sweetly red. When he recovered from the giggling fit that receiving a spanking from me always causes he said, “Well, do that math on it. It’s technically possible!”

We worked through it: it was physically possible for me to have sired a son when I was eleven, though I did not actually do this until I was in college. I had my first real ejaculations shortly after my eleventh birthday. I had been jerking off and dry-cumming for a long time already, and I was even having some wet orgasms when I was ten, but the fluid was clear like my current copious pre-jac. Shortly after my eleventh birthday, I documented in my journal a change in my ejaculations to where they become thicker and whiter and I concluded that I was releasing sperm like a more mature male. By age eleven-and-a-half I was consistently having this kind of ejaculation, not just sporadically but every time that I orgasmed, which was generally daily since I was already a daily masturbator and had been for years before I became ejac-capable. So, assuming that this sperm was viable, I could have gotten a woman pregnant at age eleven-and-a-half had there been one who actually wanted me to fuck her and squirt my kid-goo into her at that age. If the resulting son, who would have been born when I was twelve-and-a-quarter years old, had followed my path exactly and had himself sired a son when he was eleven-and-a-half, then my grandson would have been born when I was about twenty-four and he would now be about seventeen, the age of the mpreg kid we nailed yesterday (that’s a legal age here—we are very careful about the age thing, and I checked his ID before we got to work on him). So Danny, I admit, was technically correct but only if the highly unlikely scenario of both me and a hypothetical son both siring children when we were only eleven had actually happened. But in real life, I was twenty when I impregnated my son’s mother and that kid has, at least so far, not fathered any children, and he is gay as fuck and probably has never even had any hetero sex in his life.

I spanked Danny again, harder this time, and he laughed and cried out loudly and the pain on his ass pushed him over, over to right where he needed to be, and he put me on my back, his knees spreading mine apart, and he hawked spit onto his cock and more of it into the palm of his right hand and slathered his shaft with it and I braced myself for pain because he wasn’t going to use any lube other than his spit and his pre-jac, but it didn’t hurt that much once he passed through the ring and was all the way inside. The fuck, like a lot of Danny-fucks, was really rough and fast, faster and faster, banging the fuck out of my prostate, making me cry out, making me scream his fucking name. “Do you love me, Ky-Ky?” he said, and drooled a streamer of spit onto my lips. I told him I love him so much. Say it louder, baby, he said: “Tell me you love me, Ky!” I screamed it, screamed it so loud, so loud, and I sobbed and I said, “I love you so much, Danny-boy!” and he grunted and cried and a couple tears fell from his eyes onto my face and he gasped and shuddered and released and released harder and I knew he was losing his nut all the way inside me. Even before he withdrew, I grabbed my cock and tugged it a dozen times and squirted a fuckload on my belly. Danny pulled out and then lowered his face to my belly, smeared his scruffy chin against my belly skin, raised his face and showed me the cum-glaze on his chin and cheeks.

#kyler's sex journal #queer sex #kyler's cock

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