Oh To Be Sat Pretty On Valerias Lap While She's In An Important Meeting

oh to be sat pretty on valerias lap while she's in an important meeting

something boring like how to best get her merchandise overseas which makes you yawn and unfocus your eyes as you listen

her noticing and excusing herself for a moment leaving everyone confused, especially you

when she comes back you're forced to sit on the long table right in front of her as she slowly inserts a vibrating toy inside of your fluttering pussy

blushing heat covers your body as she cranks it on

she proceeds to ignore you (as does everyone else, they saw what happened when that new guy tried to hit on you) and continues with the meeting

you're left burying your face into her neck as you cum over and over until the meeting is over and she can fuck you proper

Hello I wanna request some Valeria SMOOT cuz I'm down bad for cartel mommy. A short fic abt Valeria fucking the absolute brains out of you to the point of being dumb and squirting everywhere

warning(s): nsfw (18+), exhibitionism, overstim., dom/sub, degradation/praise, val's purple strap strikes again, humiliation, squirting, fem!reader

MAKING MESSES | VALERIA GARZA

overbearing bass, candlelit lighting, constant chatter; surrounding the two of you. the noise of nightlife is muffled by the oversized doors, still original to way before your time — almost an irony compared to the modernized club they’re housing.

it wouldn’t matter either way. your ears were ringing. every gasp, every whimper, every mutter into your ear echoed and fizzled into the noise.

her pink nails dug like needles into your hips, guiding every rut onto her strap. valeria lolled in the leather armchair, leaning back and enjoying the show you were giving her. she paid no mind to the risk, how patrons could be a hair away from hearing or seeing you two.

it was her club; her place. and you were fucking hers. anyone who had a qualm about that? they never stuck around long.

she controlled everything, every single body roll. your cunt clenched tight around the violet silicone, swallowing its entirety. “sigue adelante, nena. so fucking desperate.” she spits out her words, relishing in your whimpers. they echo off the stucco walls, likely carrying all throughout the hall. “desperate whores should get nothing. but not you. riding me out in the open like this.”

your bottom lip seeps a bit of blood from how harshly you had been biting it, pathetically failing at silencing yourself. it wasn’t any use when you’d already finished twice, leaving a milky ring around the base of the strap. your wetness dribbled down the slick shaft, soaking onto her cargo pants.

the night dress you wore, pulled down at the top to expose your nipple. it might as well be her own personal stress toy — to lap, squeeze, pinch, and slap as she sees fit.

it was pure luck that none of the clubbers had rounded the corner. if it were up to valeria, she wouldn’t skip a beat. the buzzed onlooker getting a surge of jealousy when they ogle your bouncing body; hem pulled up to expose your bare ass as it jiggles. or the drip of your pussy, messily and audibly being stretched out.

your head dips down, getting a rush of fatigue from the physical strain. if it weren’t for her harsh hands, you were sure your grinds would be nonexistent. with precision, she outstretches a hand and grips your jaw, forcing eye contact. “eyes up. you don’t get to tap out after teasing me, cariño.” valeria patronizes.

if you were of sound mind, perhaps you would’ve agreed. not wearing panties was a risky move; as risky as riding her in the dim hallway. but she always packed — that violet temptation just a zipper away.

you felt yourself plunged into another high, mewling against her palm as you climaxed. she locked in, both hands returning to your hips as she drove you down faster. this was your most intense orgasm yet; eyes rolling and body shivering.

pleasure pumped through you as violently as the strap, a warm gush messing all over her lap. you had squirted, proving that the sticky mess before was nothing. “mierda… mi putita, so messy.” valeria groaned lowly with amusement, as if she had climaxed herself.

“we aren’t done.” she leaned in close, showing the forced grinds to a stop. you had no choice but to believe her — and valeria always stuck to her word.

a toy being used on a toy <3

a/n: this is so bad... | ⊹。°˖➴ divider cred. - cafekitsune

great heavens i haven't posted in a while

Summer soon ☀️

CN->EN translation: ‘A silent/ quiet heart cools naturally’ (something like that lol)

Werewolf Zoya fucking the absolute shit out of Reader while reading her entry on werewolves she tried to use Rahu for(there’s some inaccuracies from reader trying to document Rahu and Shalom at the same time) and Zoya’s just looking at it and going “🤨 well that’s bullshit” while reader’s desperately moaning and reaching for the book that was snatched from her in whatever position She’s in.

Werewolf Zoya is amused, yet somewhat displeased at the inaccuracies of your werewolf chapter. She is especially displeased at how small the drawing was of Rahu’s knot, as it was barely accurate at all thanks to you documenting a domesticated werewolf, rather than a wild one.

In order to “help” you get the most accurate information as possible for your little guidebook, Zoya makes quick work in folding you in half, pressing you down in a mating press as she shows you what a real werewolf knot can do. Rahu was big, but in comparison to a wild werewolf, Zoya was much, much bigger. Stuffing you full with a cock you could barely take, as it had you scrambling for something to hold onto in order to keep your sanity in check. (It also does not help that Zoya was able to pump more seed into you than Rahu, which lead to you walking back to your tent with cum dripping down your thighs…)

…Maybe you should start working on different subcategories for the werewolf chapter. One for wild werewolves and one for domesticated ones 😨

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