This Is Me Officially Thanking Everyone That Creates Gifs Because My God I Am STRUGGLING. Ive Been Trying

this is me officially thanking everyone that creates gifs because my god i am STRUGGLING. ive been trying to make some for my new AU for the past 4 hours😭😭😭

thankyou for tagging me baby!🤍

no pressure tags: @dbnightingale24 @lilacevans @babyjakes @evansbby @navybrat817 @cevansbaby-dove

moodboard challenge

it's been a minute since i've done one and i think they are super fun for a dose of creative expression. so i'm starting one! lol. go on pinterest (or preferred site) and gather your favorites of these: character, lyric/quote, weather, random object, color, hobby, food, movie, and album!

np tags (unless you're mari then do it): @thatdammchickennugget @pizzaapeteer @localravenclaw @helpimhopelesslyinlove @slytherinboysappreciation @musingsofahufflepuff @papercorgiworld @suugarbabe @heirofs1ytherin @writingsbychlo @theostrophywife @rypnami @obsessedwithceleste @sureallavnder @weasleyreidstyles @berryzxx

preach that shit! what is it with writers turning toxic once they get a large platform…😬 also i will defend my moots til the day i die like i’m so protective, do not disturb their peace and don’t be fucking rude when people are literally supporting your work… pls and thanks k bye x

Yo no way I got blocked for being in awe of a parallel between Paradise Lost, Paradise Regained and another fic 😭

Like, I was not even hating. I was genuinely amazed and admiring 💀

But it seems blocking is the best option because why would you stoop down to responding like a decent person would 😂

The Dinner Guest

This amazing header was made by the beautiful and talented @lilacevans. This header also helped spark my muse after so long!

Starring: Nomad!Steve Rogers x F!Reader x Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Summary: Some things Steve isn’t comfortable doing, so he has to bring in backup.

Warnings: 18+ Only. SMUT. NSFW. D/s dynamic. Hotwife scenario. Oral Sex. Rimming. Slapping. Manhandling. Unprotected sex (a little). Steve could be considered a cuck. Lloyd being Lloyd. Degradation. Facial.

A/N: This is my first fic in a long time, so please be nice! My muse finally came back, and I really hope she doesn’t go away again, but who knows! This is filthy, but I honestly could get this idea out of my head, so here you go!

All mistakes are mine! I proofread, but you know, I make mistakes!

Divider by: @firefly-graphics

Word Count: 2915

A content sigh turns into a purr as he gently massages your scalp, his thick fingers gently tangling in your locks. Lifting your head from his knee you softly smile when his gaze meets your own, normally hardened blue eyes soft as he gazes upon his babygirl.

Something was missing before you met Steve. Something that was deep inside you that you didn’t understand. It lurked in the shadows and caused an insatiable ache that you couldn’t quell with your fingers alone.

Then he came into your life. He took one look at you and just knew. Initially wary of his intentions, he took his time, and little by little chipped away at the walls you put up to protect yourself. He tapped into that part of you that you kept locked away, released it into the world like a ravenous animal. Steve caught the beast by the scruff of the neck and forced it to the ground, and tamed it just enough to funnel it into your self discovery journey as a submissive.

Things that would have disgusted you a few years ago is now all you crave, and you knew you were the luckiest woman to be able to explore new avenues of your sexuality alongside such an attentive, adoring, and dominant daddy.

There is nothing that he wouldn’t do for you, but lately he’s been struggling. He never wants to leave you wanting or disappointed, and he knows that’s exactly what you have been feeling. You haven’t said anything to him, but he can see it behind your eyes. Lately you have wanted him to be rough with you, degrading. You’ve even shown him some of the porn you’ve been watching while he’s away, soaking your panties with your slick, but you were a good girl and you never broke the rules and touched yourself. By the time Steve came home you were already on your knees begging for his cock the minute he came through the door.

Steve loved you so much he didn’t know if he could give you what you wanted. But he knew that he could never, ever, really tell you no.

“Sweetheart, do you love me?”

“With my whole heart.”

“And do you trust daddy?”

“With my whole life.”

He leans down and kisses your forehead, his thick beard brushing against your skin. “I’m bringing home a friend tomorrow night, and I want you to make a nice dinner. Daddy wants to show you off. Do you think you can do that for me?”

You sit up, clapping your hands excitedly. You love entertaining, even more so when you know it would make your daddy happy. He doesn’t bring home friends often as he likes to keep you to himself. So you know tomorrow is going to be a special treat.

“Anything in particular you’d like me to make?”

“Surprise me.” He chuckles before standing and gathering you in his arms, nuzzling and nipping at your neck while carrying you down the hallway to bed.

Everything was perfect. Steve should be home with his dinner guest any minute. You spent the entire day preparing for the evening. Grocery shopping, cleaning, cooking and making yourself pretty. At one point you were afraid you might run out of time, but you just made it. The last thing you would ever want to do is disappoint Steve. He’s never been a fan of punishing you, but you know he will if he has to.

You’re taking one last look in the hallway mirror when you hear his key in the lock, your stomach doing flip flops in anticipation of the evening ahead of you. Steve pushes the door open, smiling at you when he sees you decked in his favorite little black dress he bought you for special occasions. He meets you in the foyer, kissing your lips softly and whispering how beautiful you looked before stepping back and introducing you to his colleague rocking back and forth on his heels with his hands in his pockets. He’s about as tall as Steve, hair slicked back with a clean shaven face lest a thick mustache adorning his upper lip. Dressed in a tight black polo with matching slacks and loafers, this man oozed a confident masculinity that already had your cunt fluttering and your clit throbbing.

“Sweetheart, this is Lloyd.” You feel his hand resting on your lower back gently push you towards the other man, and you find yourself becoming shy under his intense gaze. “ Lloyd, this is Y/N.”

“It's nice to meet you, Lloyd,” you offer your hand to him and he raises his eyebrow and chuckles at the gesture.

“That how you greet all your daddy’s guests pumpkin? Or am I special?”

You quickly pull your hand back, swallowing thickly and looking at Steve. You’ve already made a mistake. Great.

“Sweetheart, why don’t you give Lloyd a proper hello, then get us some drinks while I give him a tour of the house?”

“Yes, of course, daddy.” Stepping up to Lloyd, you tilt your head up, pressing your lips to his. Innocent at first, Lloyd firmly grabs the back of your neck, his tongue prying your lips apart and forcing his way inside. His kiss captures your breath as he explores every inch of your mouth, his free hand roaming your body, pulling you flush against him. He’s already hard, his length pressing against your abdomen as he finally lets you up for air. He swipes his thumb against the corner of your mouth, your shade of lipstick staining this skin. “I like this color.” His eyes sparkle mischievously as he smirks down at you. “It's going to look amazing on my dick later.” You stifle a gasp as he adjusts his bulge before gesturing to the room around him. “Come on Rogers, take me on this tour so we can get to dinner and I can get inside of her. I’m much more of a dessert before dinner kinda guy, but you know, your house, your rules I guess.”

Clearing his throat Steve moves to join Lloyd. “Sweetheart, why don’t you go clean your face before making us those drinks?”

“Yes daddy.”

“Don’t be long pumpkin!” Lloyd calls over his shoulder falling into step with Steve. “I don’t want to have to come find you!”

Rushing up the stairs to the master bath, you grab a tissue and wipe your face of the smeared lipstick, refreshing the color before reapplying powder to your chin. Patting down a few wayward hairs from your half up half down style, you deem yourself presentable before hurrying back down the stairs and into Steve’s bar area. He had told you what to serve him and Lloyd beforehand, and you go about making two old fashioneds the way he taught you. Just as you're garnishing their beverages you see their silhouettes outside the sliding glass door that led to the pool. Perfect timing.

Placing both glasses on a small serving tray you make your way outside, both men turning to look when they hear your heels clacking against the concrete.

“There she is!” Lloyd chides, plucking a glass from the wood balanced on your hands. Steve follows suit, a reassuring hand sliding to the middle of your lower back. Bringing the glass to his lips he sips the cocktail, your breath hitching while he swirls the liquid around his mouth before swallowing.

“It’s delicious, sweetheart.”

His praise wraps around you like a warm blanket straight from the dryer. There’s nothing that made you happier than knowing you made Steve happy. Lloyd studies you over the rim of his glass. He’s quiet. Calculating. A pull at the back of your mind is loud and clear. You should be afraid of this man, and you are. But that fear has you ruining your panties, not wanting to flee.

“Dinner should be about ready,” you look between the two muscular men. “I’d be happy to make up your plates and serve you in the dining room.”

“Give us a minute, pumpkin,” Lloyd takes another swig of whiskey, kissing his teeth at the burn that slides down his throat. “Just gotta go over a few last minute details with your daddy here,” he pauses, clapping Steve on the back. “Then I’ll come in and taste everything you have to offer.”

Your knees are weak, a shiver encasing your body. Two sets of blues are boring into your back, and you pause to soothe your burning skin against the cool glass of the sliding door when you shut it behind you. Pushing off the glass, you press your thighs together to quell the ache throbbing through your cunt since Steve and Lloyd walked through the front door.

The kitchen smells heavenly as you go about finishing your tasks. You inhale deeply as you pull the roast from the oven, careful not to burn yourself when you place the pan on the counter. Cutting into the meat you know you’ve outdone yourself, it’s cooked to perfection. You plate everything, giving generous portions of meat and vegetables on each dish.

You’re placing the last plate at the dining room table when you’re joined by Steve and Lloyd, the latter plopping into a seat across from yours. Steve, ever the gentleman, pulls out your chair, ensuring your comfort before reaching for the bottle of Tignanello wine and pouring you and Lloyd a glass before filling his own.

“Sweetheart, everything looks great, thank you.” His fingers linger on your arm as he takes his place next to you at the head of the table. Lloyd watches the exchange, his features slowly curving into a dark smile.

“Soak up as much of that tenderness as you can pumpkin. I’m not going to be gentle with you.”

A silence falls over the table as Lloyd’s words sink in. Pushing your food around your plate you’re excited and a little scared. The unknown of what was to come gnawing at the inside of your belly.

“You ok? You’re not eating.” Steve’s voice is laced with concern. He drops his fork to rub your back before hooking his finger under your chin so he can look into your eyes. “Say the word sweetheart, and Lloyd will leave right after dinner.”

“No, I’m fine.” You try to sound as confident as possible, but you know that you can’t lie to your daddy. “I’m just a little nervous is all.”

Lloyd scoffs between bites of food. “Don’t worry, I won’t bite.” He pauses, raising an eyebrow. “Too hard.”

Conversation is light as the three of you enjoy dinner. When the meal is finished, you clear the table, putting leftovers away and loading the dishwasher as the men retire to the living room. You make two after dinner cocktails serving them to Steve and Lloyd before perching yourself on Steve's knee when he pats it. Steve speaks about work, both men sharing the little information they could about various projects before Lloyd drains his glass, the tension hanging in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife.

It was time for the festivities to get started.

Steve helps you to your feet before standing, one last minute check in before he leaves you to Lloyd’s devices.

“Colors?”

“Red, yellow, green”

“Safe word?”

“Brooklyn.”

Steve turns his attention to Lloyd.

“She’s all yours.”

The words barely leave his mouth and Lloyd was on you, fisting your hair and forcing you to your knees. The carpet burns your skin as he drags you across the floor, sitting into an armchair as you settle between his thighs. There’s no ignoring the bulge straining against the front of his trousers, your fingers seeking to help before Lloyd slaps them away before they can reach the button of his fly.

“No hands, pumpkin. I wanna see what that throat can do.”

He pops open the button and drags down his zipper in one motion, his cock easily springing free since he chose to go commando. You’re mesmerized, eyes carving a path from his full sack to the fat mushroom tip with pre-cum leaking from the slit. Steve’s cock was still the best you’ve ever had, but this one you knew was going to be a close second.

“Speechless?” Lloyd chuckles, shimmying out of his pants and shaking them off his legs, kicking them to the side. You open your mouth, sticking out your tongue and straining against his grip to sample a taste of his nectar as he uses it to help guide his hand back and forth on his cock. “It’s ok,” he shushes your whimpers, tapping his fat head against your tongue. “I don’t need you to talk.”

Giving no warning he surges forward, filling your throat with the length of him. Gagging around him his grip is strong, leaving you nowhere to go as he mercilessly skull fucks you. From the grunts and groans coming from above he’s enjoying himself, a slew of curse words overflowing from his mouth when he sinks back into the chair bringing you with him. He holds you down on him, the patch of hair sprouting around his pubic bone tickling your nose.

“That’s it, you can take it.” Lloyd spits, huffing deeply as your throat constricts around him. “That’s a good whore. This is what you’re made for. Taking all of me down that whore throat of yours.”

Everything in your field of vision is a blur, black tears from your mascara mixing with snot and spit running from your nose and corners of your mouth. Fog is beginning to overtake your senses as your body heaves, your lungs pleading for a breath of fresh air. Just as the darkness begins to overtake you Lloyd pulls himself from you, slapping your face to grab your attention while you suck in precious oxygen you were denied.

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet, I’m not even close to being finished with your holes.” Stroking his cock soaked in your saliva he shifts his ass to the edge of the chair, lifting his legs and bringing his knees close to his chest. Forcing your face back between his legs he sighs when you instinctively start to lick his balls, the sound of you lapping at his skin falling into rhythm with his hand jacking himself off.

“Don’t be shy, you know what I want.” It’s not a request, but a command, Lloyd’s hand pushing you to the puckered hole between his cheeks.

“Oh Fuck!” He cries out when your tongue flicks along his taint before you slowly lave along the rim of his asshole.

“God, you’ve got a good slut here Rogers.” Lloyd tosses in Steve’s direction. “I didn’t believe you at first, but fuck if she isn’t an obiedient nasty little thing.”

Back and forth you flit your tongue over Lloyd’s back hole, pride warming your heart when his eyes roll back in his head. His fist is flying along his length, the veins of his cock pulsing to the same beat of your needy empty cunt.

“So fucking good…” Lloyd’s voice trails off when you push the tip of your tongue past the right ring of muscle. From your place between his legs you have the best seat in the house, watching Lloyd’s chest rise and fall with each heady breath, his plump lips hanging open in an “o” under a thick mustache that you hope you’ll get to ride later. You can’t help it, sliding your hand up your dress and under your panties humming against Lloyd when you sink two fingers inside of your slick pussy. The punishment for not asking permission is worth it.

“Shit I’m gonna… fuck!” Lloyd jerks your head back, stroking his cock over your face, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. The first ropes of cum cover your face, sticky seed dripping from your chin as you try and catch some in your mouth. You don’t want to waste a drop but there’s just so much.

“Ah..oh.. pumpkin we’re just getting this night started.” Lloyd leans over your body while catching his breath, ripping your hand from your cunt he then smacks your ass. Hard. “I don’t remember telling you to fuck yourself. But I guess it’s hard not to when you’re a slut.”

Your dress falls in ruins to the floor when Lloyd rips it from your body, your thong suffering the same fate. Finally he gives you some reprieve, and you almost cum when his thumb runs up the cut of you and circles your clit.

“Tonight you belong to me.” He sneers in your ear, manhandling you into position so your cum stained face is in full view of Steve. “Your holes, your orgasms, your service, all mine. From now until I’m done you call me Sir. You understand?”

You nod, Lloyd’s palm connecting with your cheek again as he tsks in disgust. “Use your words dummy.”

“Yes Sir,” you croak, your fingers curling into the carpet when he positions you how he wants, your back in a deep arch so your cunt is on full display. Back at full attention he teases his cock along your petals, coating himself with your juices before sliding into your tight, wet, heat.

“Hold on pumpkin.” Lloyd sets a brutal pace, his hips slapping against your ass, the sounds of the flesh filling the room.

“I’m going to do things to you tonight that your daddy is scared to do.”

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『𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐘 & 𝐂𝐨.』

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐨 𝐢 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬. 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐮. © 𝐂𝐡𝐱𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧.

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬. 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬.

☪︎ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐅𝐢! ☪︎ 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐊𝐞𝐲- 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 (✯), 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 (♱), 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 (❀), 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 (☹)

『𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍』

rafe + shy reader + beach sex

rafe + 69

rafe + somno

rafe + piss kink

sad! rafe + comforting! reader

rafe’s a booty muncher??

rafe peeking up readers skirt

rafe manipulating naive! reader (1.5k)

clubbing w rafe headcanon (sfw + nsfw)

pussy eating + throat fucking + ass eating + ball sucking + cum eating (😭)

STOPPP bc i was just reminded of a fic idea i had but didn’t know how to personally execute

reader eating rafe’s ass 🫣

(specifically dom rafe but once again how would you execute that ?? 😭)

oh its SO ON. i know exactly how to execute this. this shit is my JAM. LET ME FUCKIN COOK. (this is so depraved from me i’m so so sorry). pussy eating + throat fucking + ass eating + ball sucking + cum eating😭😭😭😭

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you lay on your back on your bed, your legs spread wide as rafe sucks and licks your clit. your hands gripping the sheets in tight fists, moans and whimpers echoing around the room. rafe grips your thighs, spreading them further apart when you attempt to close them, the pleasure becoming all too much.

“pussy tastes so fuckin’ good.” he growls, giving your clit a sloppy kiss before he crawls up the bed, placing both of his legs on either side of your face, his hand grips the base of his shaft as he slaps the tip of his cock on your lips.

“open wide baby, daddy’s gonna’ fuck your throat now.” when you refuse to answer him, keeping your lips sealed, teasing him, he sighs “you really wanna’ play that game? fine.”

his fingers pinch your nose tight, cutting off your air supply, the breath leaving your lungs a lot quicker than one would assume. you fight desperately, thrashing around, but his grip on your head is tight. and when you finally can’t take it anymore, you gasp for breath.

the second your lips part he rams his cock in your throat, gagging you instantly. his hips begin to fuck into your mouth from above, his tip pushing against the walls of your throat with each thrust making your eyes water up as you squeeze them shut.

“you fuckin’ look at me, c’mon slut, look at daddy while he fucks your throat… fuck that feels good.”

he forces the eye contact out of you, making you look him in the eye while his balls slap against your chin and his pre cum leaks onto your tongue, the salty yet sweet taste making you whimper.

suddenly he pulls out with a loud groan, sitting back on your chest, his breathing heavy as he stares down at you, his curtains sticking to his forehead with sweat. swiftly he turns, his cheeks now facing you and you already know what he wants you to do.

and so you lean forward, your tongue delving inbetween his asscheeks, licking his tight hole as he moans, tugging his cock while you eat his ass, lifting your hands to spread his cheeks, giving you better access to his hole. “that’s it, fuck. push your tongue inside you whore.” he moans. and you do. pushing your tongue past his tight entrance, you begin tongue fucking his ass. his groans turning into whimpers as you probe his prostate.

“fuck. your such a whore, you’d let me do anything to you, huh? even got you eating my ass like your fuckin’ starved, filthy girl.” he half growls as orgasm approaches. you give his rim one last kiss before move down, your nose nuzzling his sac before you stick your tongue out, licking and sucking his balls, slobbering all over them, trying desperately to fit his whole sac in your mouth. “ohhh, shitttt.” he whimpers, letting go of his control for a split second before his dominant nature returns.

“you daddy’s sac slut now? bet you would do anything i fuckin’ ask you to, you desperate slut. say it baby, tell daddy how much you love suckin’ his fat fuckin’ balls.”

“love it s’ much, daddy. love the way you taste.” you whine, a string of saliva attached from his sac to your lips.

his cock twitches and his balls tighten, cumming with a loud growl as he sits upright on your stomach, aiming his swollen tip towards your pussy, coating your cunt in his white, salty, goodness, thick ropes of cum sticking to your clit.

and rafe being the depraved man he is, leans his head down, licking and eating his own cum out of your cunt. groaning at his own taste mixed with your juices, making you cry out at the sensation of his tongue on your sensitive pussy.

“has daddy been neglecting you, huh? poor girl, don’t worry baby, daddy’s got all night to eat this sweet cunt. want your juices drippin’ down my face by the time i’m done with you.”