Stress Reliever. Toji Z. 1.2k

stress reliever. toji z. 1.2k

cw 𐙚 somnophilia, oral, fingering, creaming, black reader, explicit language, unprotected sex, creampie . . .in which toji has his way with you while you’re asleep! minors not allowed

toji zenin could feel the fucking tiredness pressing behind his eyes as he pushed open the door to his shared apartment. fighting demons was so damn taxing. it seemed like every time he turned a corner today, he was fighting some disgusting mutant. he just wanted to lay down in his bed, with a cup of ramen while he watched gambling. the inviting smell of cinnamon—your signature scent—made him relax a bit as he closed the door with his steel boot. usually, you’d be waiting at the door for him with a sweet smile and a kiss, but today you weren’t, which he found odd. huffing in disappointment, he called out your name softly, waiting a few moments to see if he’d hear that sweet sultry voice of yours. to his dismay, he didn’t.

in fact, he didn’t hear anything, which unsettled him. most of the time, he was yelling at his bubbly girlfriend to sit down or be quiet. you were like a baby bunny, always hopping onto the next thing, always so damn curious. sometimes toji wondered how you two even paired; you were a ray of sunshine while he, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. what you saw in his dark depths, he didn’t know.

when he pushed open the bedroom door, his breath hitched. there you were, sprawled out asleep, one leg stretched out, the other pulled up, curly hair cascading over the white velvet pillows like dark waves of water. one of his black shirts hung loosely off your frame, juicy brown ass perched in the air, adorned in those red lace panties he loved. your body gently moved as you breathed softly, long wispy lashes kissing your cheeks, arms tucked underneath your head. what a fucking sight.

his cock twitches in his sweats as he inches towards you, fingers gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. a mischievous grin pulls at his lips as your nose slightly crinkles from the tingly feeling, but you stay asleep. he knows you’re a deep sleeper, and considering the fact that you’ve been pulling all-nighters to finish up college essays, you’re halfway dead to the world. it's extremely taboo, but he can't resist as he flips you over, the bed creaking under his sudden weight. he loops his fingers into your underwear and pulls them down slowly, humming as he watches your arousal glisten on your sex. he wonders what you’re dreaming about, has to be something nasty the way your pussy twitches occasionally.

his hands grasp your calves, holding them above his head, long, slimy tongue pressing flatly against your pink clit. “mmm,” he groans as your wetness covers his lips. you taste so damn good it’s got his head spinning. he lazily licks over your folds, his eyes gazing up at you. you’re still sleeping like a rock, face occasionally scrunching as his tongue works your core. he chuckles quietly into your pussy, lapping until his jaw aches, and even after that, he still continues. he can feel your legs trembling as he holds them, which makes him even hornier.

toji's tongue delves deeper, exploring every inch of your sensitive folds, savoring the taste of your arousal. his mouth moves with a practiced rhythm, alternating between gentle licks and firm sucks, drawing out soft whimpers from your unconscious form. the room is filled with the wet sounds of his mouth working your cunt, his own arousal growing with each passing second.

his free hand roams over your thighs, squeezing and caressing, feeling the heat radiating from your soft skin. he’s lost in the moment, completely absorbed in the pleasure of tasting you, his mind clouded with lust. your body responds instinctively to his touch, hips subtly rocking against his mouth, seeking more of the delicious friction.

he can feel your climax building, the way your walls flutter and your breathing quickens, even in your sleep. it’s a heady feeling, knowing he has this effect on you, that he can bring you to the edge without you even waking up. his face is seeped with your essence, but he doesn’t care.

his hand is pressed flat against your stomach, thumb pulling the skin back on your clit as he swirls his tongue around the sensitive hard bud. your body occasionally spasms under his touch, each reaction drawing a grin to his face. a breathy whine escapes your lips as he stretches you with his fingers, the way your body responds to him is intoxicating. soft, lewd sound of your pussy filling the room as he moves within you. the longer he thrusts, the harder you clench around his fingers, and he swears he can feel your cervix brushing against his fingertips.

your face constantly contorts at his touch, yet you remain asleep. he groans, noticing the thick creamy substance building on his fingers. he can't take it anymore; he's about to lose control. he stands to his feet and tugs his sweats down just before his knees, head lulling back as he grips himself. the tip of his cock is red and swollen, thick veins running along the shaft. the bed creaks loudly as he puts his full weight on it, sliding himself into your tight embrace. he wants to go wild, but he restrains himself. you softly cry out with furrowed eyebrows at the intense stretch, completely unaware of what's happening.

"ugh,so pretty when you sleep" he groans in pleasure as he rocks his hips into you. he can feel his worries of the day dissipating as he moves within your tight, wet warmth. he can see why somnophilia peaks your interest; there's something exhilarating about having you in the palm of his hand, moving you like a puppet. he watches your face, still twitching with each movement, and the sight drives him further. the thick, creamy substance continues to build, coating his dick and allowing him to glide into you easier.

he slows his movements, savoring the feeling of your body clenching around him. each thrust is deliberate, calculated.he can feel his own tension building, the need to release growing stronger with each passing second.but he holds back, wanting to make this moment last as long as possible.

finally, he can’t hold back any longer. his movements become more urgent, each thrust deeper and more powerful than the last. your eyes flutter open, and your stomach clenches at the sight. your boyfriend having his way with your body. his mouth hangs ajar in pleasure, muscles rippling as he holds himself up. instinctively, you wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper into you. “tojiiii,” your soft whines drawn out as the bed creaks louder, the sound mixing with the squelches and your breathy whines. he feels the tension in his body reaching its peak, and with a final, powerful thrust, he lets go, his release flooding into you.

your legs shake as he collapses onto the bed beside you. the room is filled with the sounds of your combined breaths, the aftermath of the intense moment lingering in the air. his cum leaks out of you, trailing stickily down your trembling thigh. you side eye him, “thought you weren’t into my ‘weird kink’” he shrugs, chest heaving.

“changed my mind.”

Lord have mercy

[85/547] — until we meet again, jungkook ♡

cw: divorced dad!toji, unprotected sex, shy guy!, oral f+m receiving, face sitting, mentions of parenthood and alcohol, blowjobs, creampies, fluff, 18+

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dad!toji having sex for the first time since the end of his previous marriage. he's not nervous—pfft, no. not at all.

his hands are shaking, but he drinks a lot of coffee in order to be able to keep up with his kids, so it's just the caffeine; his chest rises quickly the lower your hands move, but he's just excited. can you really blame him? and fine, maybe he's been hard since you placed your hand on his thigh, but he's not that old and still a man with urges. it has nothing to do with nerves. nothing at all.

a couple of half-full glasses and a bottle of wine are abandoned on the coffee table, the television glowing and humming behind your back. his kids are gone, the house is empty, and he's antsy underneath your tender hands—in fact, his cheeks have been ruddy since you peeled his shirt off. now, clad in just his boxers and blown pupils, his stubbled jaw is permanently slack as he gazes down at you like the way you nuzzle his hard, covered length is divine.

"h-haven't done this in a while." he grunts as you mouth over his bulge, soaking his boxers. his thighs spread wider on the couch, happy trail dimly lit by the soft lamp in the corner of the living room. "might be a little—"

he swallows a moan and runs his hand down his face—is he trembling?—when you tug at the waistband of his underwear, thick cock smeared with precum slapping against his fuzzy stomach with an obscene plap. you lick your lips and glance up at him, an abashed, conflicted look on his face, brows furrowed and eyes dark like moss.

languidly, you blink up at him, breathing in musk and soap. it's simple—perfect. you purr, "gonna suck you off now, 'kay?"

your nails tease his big thighs, breaths leaving you in abrupt pants, ghosting over the tip of him.

he nearly spills all over your lips at the sound of your voice. you aren't much better off; you squeeze your legs together, an ache between them. he's mouthwatering to absorb, bulky limbs and dark hair and hot, pulsing flesh begging for your mouth, and his hands are lovingly cupping your head, letting you lead. he doesn't know that you're nervous, too, and it makes him want to die.

what were you expecting when you took him into your mouth for the first time, dipping your tongue beneath his uncut skin, tasting and teasing? the sound of his broken, guttural moan when your nose buries into the coarse hair at the base of him is better than any idea or expectation you conjured. thick fingers keep your hair back, his kissed lips gaping as he watches you.

he never bucks or thrusts, allowing you to work him into a rigid mess of spit and pre until he's pulling you off with a wet pop, embarassed and aroused, too close to release so early into the night.

he handles you from your knees in a firm, rough grip, muttering gruffly about sitting and my face as he fall back haphazardly onto the couch, dragging your panties down your legs and patting his chest in an easy gesture. well? it says, are you going to sit or what?

it's almost clinical, how he goes about this, the way he operates. it could be his age or his confidence as an older man, maybe his pride. he stripped you with ease and placed one single bruising peck on your lips before collapsing and waiting for you to get atop him. the way he devours you, though is anything but clean and tactful.

you clutch the couch so you don't keel over, eyes shut and weak, raspy moans leaving you each time he sucks you into his mouth. his arms band over your thighs, keeping you still against him, black, shiny hair in disarray from your yanking and pulling.

"baby, baby," he murmurs. "keep moving like that, yeah, just like that—"

his chin—god, it's covered in arousal and slobber, each rock of your cunt against his face slicker than the last.

you're ruined for future hookups. this man is going to ruin you, with his fond amusement and greenwood eyes and practiced touches; his lived-in home and working hands and taste in music. you leave the words about how much you want this to be serious unsaid. so does he.

he had a lot of time to practice going down on a woman, so it's no wonder you come with a desperate cry before you can stop yourself, rhythm stuttering when you earnestly grind, clit throbbing. rolls of his tongue on your center are delicate, endless pupils looking up at you through lashes, collecting what's drooling out of you with soft swipes and encouraging squeezes to your legs.

there's a moment when your limbs are weak and quivering over him. when you both look at each other.

"good?" he asks, soothing the ache with a kiss, making you shiver. "was it good?"

the silence is comfortable. satiated. full of pleasure and the giddiness of returning it.

it's the same silence when he reaches for a condom and you tell him you don't need it. the same kind of silence when he spreads you open and dazedly stares at the part of you that's about to be filled with him. your folds brush his slit when he experimentally rolls his hips from where he kneels between your legs, a sticky web connecting both of you.

that same silence when he bottoms out in you in one thrust, the first warm wetness he's felt in years, the blood rushing to his head and cock as it twitches and jolts inside you. the stretch would have been painful if you weren't so liquid from his mouth—if he hadn't taken your hands in his and pinned them into the couch, kissing your neck, your shoulder, melting you to a puddle.

he moves into you like he's molded for you, some innate understanding making it so he pushes just hard enough so it's perfect—just slow enough that you need more. he needs to fill you. it's the only thing he thinks about as he inhales the curve of your neck, your walls convulsing. this is good. better than good—this is perfect. euphoric, his sex-addled, hungry brain decides.

decades of experience thrust inside of you, making you whine and clench. he pushes through your reflexive resistance, cooing in your ear, voice breaking. his words come out filthy and debased, breaths about how you take him in and how drenched you're getting the two of you. he can't last—and he doesn't even care.

"fuck, you feel perfect—god, baby, gonna come already. shit, sorry, sorry."

half-hearted, throaty apologies fan against your ear. he jerks once before seating himself as deep as he can inside you, unloading, sack spasming. he falls apart in clumsy movement and laughs when he catches himself peaking like a teenage boy during his first time, low voice spreading warmth through your belly when you shatter with his dick still sunken in you.

he insists you stay the night. he makes you pancakes the morning after and goes down on you on the kitchen counter. he loses at scrabble and eats you out as your prize. he makes you laugh. his kids will love you, he's sure of it.

he wants—needs—another night just like this one. he needs a thousand more like it.

In the Night

dark!Ghostface!stepbro!Rafe x f!Reader w a side of JJ x Reader

READ ENTIRE WARNING BEFORE PROCEEDING

Warnings: noncon (rape), incest (step siblings), murder, major character death, p in v smut, lowkey yandere themes, knife kink, blood kink, unprotected sex, creampie, Rafe is very obsessed with his little step sister (everyone is 18+)

You cowered behind the car, trying to quiet your shivering sobs. Your mind was racing, barely able to hold onto any thought other than the ghastly scene you had just been forced into.

For months, a masked killer had been terrorizing Kildare and tonight you came face to face with him.

Only to realize that you had been living with him for half of your life.

For the most part, it had been a night like any other, JJ had taken you out on a little dinner date before bringing you back to his house.

You had been dating for several months at this point, a fact that your stepfather, Ward, begrudgingly accepted, but your stepbrother seemed to harbor more resentment towards him than any of the other Pogues.

Just before you had left, Rafe had gotten into yet another argument with you about him, although he had never been so aggressive with you about it before.

“He’s not good enough for you, Y/N! You know he’s just going to get you into trouble.” Your older step brother scolded you.

“Maybe he’d stay out of trouble if you and your gang didn’t bring it to him all the time,” you sniped back, pushing past him to get to the door.

You were interrupted when his hand clamped down hard around your arm just above your elbow, stopping you in your tracks.

“Are you seriously trying to walk away from me right now?” Rafe growled as he turned to you, his hold still tight on your arm.

“Yeah, I am, JJ is out front waiting for me. Now let go of me, Rafe.”

He stared down at you, a familiar yet unrecognizable glint in his blue eyes. He scanned your face for a moment, tension heavy in the air, before finally reluctantly releasing your arm with a huff.

“Just uh… stay safe, okay, Y/N? You know how dangerous it’s been recently.” You could have sworn you saw a small smirk on his face before you turned to exit.

When you and JJ got back to his place after dinner, the two of you had just gotten out of the car when you heard him yell.

You turned to see a large figure wearing the same ghost face mask you had seen all over the news holding your boyfriend at knifepoint, the blade pressed into his throat.

JJ struggled against him for a moment, but he flinched when the man dug the sharp metal in just a bit.

“Stop fighting, or she dies next.” The man hissed, his familiar voice stopping you in your tracks as you raced around the car to them.

You were several feet away from them but too petrified to move.

“Stop!” You cried out, tears burning at your eyes. You felt terrified and helpless, unable to take your gaze off of your boyfriend.

The masked man ignored you, continuing to speak to JJ, “you don’t deserve Y/N, you know? She’s too good to be with a filthy Pogue like you.”

His words washed over you like a bucket of cold water as you finally recognized his voice and you wanted to be sick.

Your lips parted to beg with him, don't do this, please, don't hurt him don't hurt him!

At the flinch of his wrist, it was too late. You knew it. The blade glinted as it slid across JJ's neck, and you finally found your voice as a cascade of crimson followed its arc and JJ fell to ground.

You screamed as you felt the air get knocked out of your lungs. You wanted to collapse, and you probably would have if not for the sound of the killer’s horribly recognizable laughter drawing closer.

In the darkness, you turned, stumbling to the ground painfully before picking yourself up again and running before crouching behind the car JJ had been fixing up.

The chilly autumn air made you shiver and your vision was blurred by your tears.

You still hadn’t gotten over your shock when you heard your name being called.

“Y/N,” he taunted, voice getting closer with each step.

Your heart was thundering in your ears so loudly you were scared he could hear it.

“Just come out now and I promise, I won’t hurt you.” He was on the other side of the car now and you felt your stomach clench in terror.

Your eyes widened when he walked around the car, easily spotting you crouched near the back door.

When he ran towards you, you opened the back car door, blocking him momentarily as you climbed in, planning to slide across and run out the other side.

Your fingertips reached for the door handle, but large hand gripped your legs, pulling you back towards him. Flipping onto your back, you tried to kick him off, desperately scratching at his arms with your your nails at the same time.

The man pinned you beneath him, cackling at your pathetic attempts to fight back. In your panic, you grabbed at his face, pulling his mask off at the same moment his bloodied knife came to your throat.

You froze beneath him, staring up into your step brother’s eyes in shock and horror.

“Rafe?” You whispered, tears spilling past your lashes. “Why?”

A sickening grin spread across his lips as he leered above you. “Didn’t I always tell you, sweetheart? JJ isn’t good enough for you. He didn’t know you like I do.”

His free hand came to your cheek, stroking it lovingly and accidentally smearing JJ’s blood across your skin.

“Stop it!” You whimpered, nausea bubbling up in your gut as the coppery scent hit your nostrils. “You’re insane!”

Rafe’s eyebrows furrowed at that, anger darkening his eyes. He drew so close you could feel his breath against your skin, “I’m just trying to protect you-”

“Protect me?!” You hissed, tears streaming down your cheeks now.

Rafe’s nose twitched, frustration written all over his face.

“You don’t get it,” he mumbled, eyes leaving your face and trailing down your chest. “But I’ll show you.”

Rafe removed the large blade from your throat, grabbing the bottom of your shirt before slicing it down the middle.

You whimpered beneath him, trying to cover yourself up, but his knife found your throat again, pressing down slightly.

“Don’t make me hurt you too,” he threatened, his low voice making your stomach twist.

His pupils were blown wide as he took you in.

“No bra?” He grinned wickedly, “guess my lil sis is more of a slut than I expected.”

“Rafe,” you pleaded, voice breaking through your tears as you looked up at him. “Please, I’m scared.”

He groaned at that, pressing closer and you shuddered at the feel of him growing harder against you. You squirmed when his large hand cupped over your tit, squeezing your nipple between two fingers and drawing a whine from your throat.

His lips smothered yours, hungrily tasting you and taking your breath away. With the cold metal at your throat, there was nowhere to turn to get away from him. Nausea churned inside you when he pushed his tongue into your mouth.

He pulled away finally and put the knife down on the floor to unbuckle his belt, fumbling with his button and zipper before freeing his erect cock from his boxers, not even bothering to push his pants down.

At the sight of your step brother stroking his hard dick above you, your tears started flowing again, disgust and horror mixing with a third emotion you were too ashamed to identify.

Rafe forced your thighs apart, pushing your skirt up to reveal your pink panties.

“Shit, Y/N,” he groaned, pressing his thumb to your covered clit. You squirmed in his grasp, biting your lip to stop your whimpers from escaping.

“Can’t wait anymore,” he breathed through gritted teeth, grabbing your panties and sliding them to the side before lining his tip up with your slick entrance.

“Stop, Rafe-!” your protest was cut off when your step brother pushed himself inside you, stretching your unprepared cunt around him.

You whined loudly, heart skipping a beat when his hand wrapped around your throat, smearing the blood from the knife across your tender skin.

He stilled above you for a moment, taking a shaky breath as he basked in the feeling of your snug walls squeezing around him, tighter than he could have imagined. He inched himself deeper until his tip kissed your cervix.

Rafe leaned closer to you, his lips covering your before he began slowly thrusting into you, increasing his pace with each push of his cock.

You mewled against his lips, confused and disgusted with yourself when you could feel yourself growing wetter around him.

He broke the kiss and you gasped for breath, only for his grip to tighten around your throat.

There was nowhere to go, and Rafe easily caged you in on top of the leather seats of car. You felt claustrophobic, overstimulated by the feel of him rutting into you in the cramped backseat.

The lewd sound of his cock plunging into your slick cunt taunted you, and you couldn’t control the pornographic moans that he was forcing out of you.

His thrusts were brutal, bordering on punishing at this point, and his fingers were squeezing around your neck so tight your vision was becoming fuzzy at the edges.

“Rafe-!” You choked, hot tears burning at your eyes.

The world was spinning around you, the pressure building between your legs. You grabbed onto Rafe, clinging to him tightly in your confusion.

“Tell me you love me,” he groaned, not slowing his pace at all as his thumb found your clit, messily rolling over it.

Your skin crawled at his words, stomach flipping as you nervously shook your head no, but you couldn’t bite back your moan as he teased your tender bud.

You knew that only pissed him off more though, and his grip on your throat tightened in warning.

“Tell your big brother you love him, dumb fucking slut.” He hissed, hitting a spot that made you see stars.

“I-” you whimpered before whispering. “I love you.”

He kissed you hard, growling as he pulled away and resting his damp forehead against yours.

“Tell me again, baby.”

His hips tilted to meet yours, pushing himself deep inside you with each thrust. His thumb lazily traced your clit, pulling you to the brink.

“I love you,” you moaned, primal desires overcoming your thoughts of resisting.

“Again.”

“I love you, fuck, Rafe!” you whimpered as you were pushed over the edge.

Blinding white light exploded behind your closed eyes as you came undone around him. Sinful pleasure tingled between your legs as he fucked you even harder, and he cursed as you squeezed around him.

You couldn’t think straight, much less control your mouth, and the endless string of “I love you Rafe”’s that rolled off your tongue was the reason it wasn’t long before your step brother was painting your walls with his sticky seed.

Just make me pregnant!!Toji!

toji loves a cute girl that weeps when he doesn’t cum inside.

he almost does, he really wants to, but he can’t take the chance of having to raise a brat like he almost did once before.

he’s an old man, and he’s got his piorities; plus, he likely wouldn’t even be alive to see his child’s 2nd birthday.

but when he’s fucking that pretty pussy, all rationality slips away. all he can think about is your soft gummy walls warped around his thick shaft, and all you can think about is how well he’s pummeling your chubby cunt.

you chant of pleads, try to the best of your abilities to convince him to nut inside because, ‘i-i’m on birth control !’ or ‘can just t-take plan b, daddy,’ but he knows of your little lying tactics.

he coos, convinces you that he’s really gonna do it, really going to release his potent nut into your pussy, but at the last moment he pulls out, spurts of creamy white painting your swollen folds and your bite-ridden tummy. he’s toji fushiguro, his pull out game is undeniably amazing. he really had you convinced. :(

“n-no…” you whimper, legs shivering as you feel his warm load trickle down your slit and dirtying the sheets below. “‘s not fair !”

“not fair ?” he chuckles, bringing his overstimulated tip to your cunny, dragging his nut throughly. he pushes inside lightly, making you squeal.

“y’p-promised.” you mutter, tears brimming your eyes, but unable to take them off the lewd sight before you. you wince when he pulls out once again, tapping his wet cock head against your clit.

“i didn’t promise ya shit, doll. y’makin’ things up in that dumb little head of yours again ?” he teases, taking your stiff nipple in his mouth. “hmm ?” he hums, making you shiver.

“please, please—“ it’s torture at this point, and toji should feel so guilty for making his sweet girl cry. you think, if he really loved you he would do it, he would brand you and really make you his :(

“shh, ‘s alright.” he comes up, kissing fallen tears off of your blushed cheeks, and rubbing a calloused thumb over your pouty lips. “next time, hm ?” he blantly lies. “n-no, need it now, please !”

“you’re a real brat, hm ? not used to not gettin’ what ya want?”

he laughs when you shake your head quickly, your little pout never once leaving your expression.

“don’t be so angry. i’ll make ya mine soon enough, okay? dumb baby.”

» synopsis - ⟡⋆˙ toji who gets NASTY during sexual intimacy like FILTHY. (freaky ahh old man 😒..)

» contents - ⟡⋆˙ penetration, toji is a soft dom, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, degrading actions, cum playing and eating. (TOJI IS A 𝓕𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓚.)

» warnings - ⟡⋆˙ sexual themes.

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toji who is a certified freak and a retired whore.

toji who is driving his well built hips into you in doggystyle over and over again with no stop.

“mphp- fuckkk baby.. you’re doing so good” he said literally fucking you into stupidity as his pace saw no stop.

you were there, face down in to the pillow ass up as toji abused your sweet, smooth, velvety walls.

“t-toji.. slow downn..” you whined as he did slow down a bit but he just chuckled.

“what happened? you said you could take it” he said chuckling and slamming into you even harder.

He kept pushing his fat and veiny cock in your slick hole over and over with a thumb in your rim.

all you could do was moan out his name in pleased whines and whimpers as he stared down at you with that smug lazy grin.

his cock was decorated with a nice creamy ring at his base as he was leaking pre-cum even inside you.

your stomach felt warm and all mixed up. “t-tojii..” you moaned as he had his hand on the bulge of his cock in your stomach.

“mhm baby? you feel me in your stomach..?” he asked as you nodded quickly as he just let out a chuckle.

“good.”

you babbled and mumble out a string of i love you’s as he had a fistful of your hair pulling your head back.

your bodies were sweaty, the room tension was so fucking sexy. the sheets under you were stained with past releases.

your legs started twitching and squirming as he moved his hands and kept them still. “calm down baby.. relaxx..” he said with a lazy tone.

he lifted your head up snd started slamming into your uncontrollably while groaning loudly.

your orgasm came as your body jerked as you creamed hard on his cock as he frowned.

“aweee.. do i gotta teach you how to squirt baby..?” toji asked as he kissed you. “hold still..” he stated.

he plunged his fat tip into your hole one more time before releasing you into you. he released so much.

he groaned deeply and slowly pulled out his now limp cock which still was HUGE?

“uh-oh.. it’s leaking out babyy” he said as he leaned his face down to your pussy before he started eating you up and pulled away.

“let me clean it out okay..?” he said groaning at the taste of his bitter release and your sweet release.

“fuckk..” you moaned as you were glad you weren’t that sensitive as he ate you out.

“gotta clean my sweet girl’s pussy..” he mumbled.