he’s be a whimpering mess under you, pathetic tears rolling off his face and onto his exposed chest.
you’d just been bouncing up and down on his weepy cock, assuring him that he’s doing real good for you, “so good, luke, yeah?” and he’d just nod dumbly with the small bit of consciousness he has left.
your tight cunt would assault his fat cock, sucking every drop of cum out of it. you cradled his chin with your fingers, thumb running over his chin and lips, “doin’ so well, luke. don’t cry, baby, look at me,” you tried to comfort him in this sensitive state.
or were you thinking of him being more dominant??? lmk!
You gotta be kidding me. How would we get by? With stolen credit cards? Huh? Eating diner food drenched in saturated fats? Sharing a crap motel room every night?
do you think hobie would be like “why you runnin?” or js “shut up & take it” i need your input
well yes see erm hobiekins is a why are you runnin type guy 😋
like maybe in missionary you’re whining and bucking your hips cause he just hit that spot and you think you’re gonna die! but ofc hobie not having that so he does that thing where he lifts your hips up so you have to take it and he’s like “don’t run, you got it, promise” and helps you relax and take him 😋 and when you finally stop running he praises you all like “yeah, that’s my girl” and “see how good that feels when you take it f’me? feels so fuckin’ good doesn’t it? i know it does.”