‍ ‍ 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝚈 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓦𝖨𝖥𝖤

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀YOU RUN AND YOU RUN —— ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀UNTIL ⠀YOU ⠀ARE ⠀SAFE⠀ … ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

[‍ ‍ 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝚈 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓦𝖨𝖥𝖤 @atrophybride]

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[‍ ‍ 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝚈 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓦𝖨𝖥𝖤 @atrophybride]

giggle trickles forth from her lips, fingers running over her wife’s smooth skin. “It’s just for you, Mami.”

[‍ ‍ 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝚈 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓦𝖨𝖥𝖤 @atrophybride]

Danyelle hums lowly as she sinks into her wife’s touches, hands gravitating to her wife’s shoulders and fingers massaging at where tense muscles usually are. She’s used to the rough handling, the possessive grasps. It is all she has ever known. “You like?” Soft +

[‍ ‍ 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝚈 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓦𝖨𝖥𝖤 @atrophybride]

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[‍ ‍ 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝚈 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓦𝖨𝖥𝖤 @atrophybride]

runs her hand down her dress, removing creases that simply do not exist before she’s stepping up to her wife and sinking into her side.

[THE BOSS @purebredfae]

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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ֯  ⁎ ،̲،̲ florals , in spring
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ … groundbreaking.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀LINETTA MOORS

[‍ ‍ 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝚈 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓦𝖨𝖥𝖤 @atrophybride]

polishes her nails quietly in a corner

[‍ ‍ 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝚈 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓦𝖨𝖥𝖤 @atrophybride]

Such delicate rolls, pleasing rather than demanding. She knows not to demand. Demands go unanswered and but she’ll be punished. If she wishes to get her way, pleading is the best route. “I want Mami to … to touch me.” Her head dips, cheeks glowing red.

[‍ ‍ 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝚈 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓦𝖨𝖥𝖤 @atrophybride]

Only the best is worn. It doesn’t matter the time nor the action. Her wife wished for her to be a trophy wife, a living doll. And she was. She’s baking and dresses in an expensive cocktail dress which clings to her sinfully tight.

[‍ ‍ 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝚈 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓦𝖨𝖥𝖤 @atrophybride]

She’s sitting upon @wraithdeals hips, heavy cock upon her stomach and soft whimpers leave her lips, whining as she rocks and ruts against a soft tummy, dragging the sensitive tip over soft skin. “Por favor, Mami?”

[‍ ‍ 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝚈 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓦𝖨𝖥𝖤 @atrophybride]

the motions being completed.

[‍ ‍ 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝚈 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓦𝖨𝖥𝖤 @atrophybride]

“I’m the biggest you’ve ever had, Mami?” Oh. How she can cry at such words, feels such pride. “Does baby satisfy you properly, Mami? Do I have a good cock for you to ride?” It’s not discreet. Not in the least. Anyone who glances in their direction knows +

[‍ ‍ 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝚈 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓦𝖨𝖥𝖤 @atrophybride]

expertise. Imposing girth is worked, pumped when the top and the base aren’t being teased, toyed. There is a moment of self-doubt in response to her wife’s words, inhale shuddering over trembling lips and soft whines, breathless whispers fall despite it. +

[‍ ‍ 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝚈 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓦𝖨𝖥𝖤 @atrophybride]

“So desperate for you, Mami.” Dany can barely control her breathing, delicate stature slipping back into her wife’s awaiting warmth and hips rock just barely. Antonella is an experienced woman, a formidable lover and handles her a hot, veined cock with such +

[‍ ‍ 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝚈 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓦𝖨𝖥𝖤 @atrophybride]

think I have the biggest cock here?”

[‍ ‍ 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝚈 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓦𝖨𝖥𝖤 @atrophybride]

nuzzling at her cheek has the creature turning into her wife, sighing low and lips lingering by her hair. Just having it spoken out loud, further emphasised on had her cock drooling with pre-cum. Her lips form a momentary pout. “Mami. Don’t you +

[‍ ‍ 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝚈 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓦𝖨𝖥𝖤 @atrophybride]

Gentle stroking is begun and the pit of her stomach is taunt, erupting with electricity and her breath is stolen. She cannot help but wiggle, act as if a desperate omega when she is very opposite in status. “I can’t help it.” It’s whined lowly, a pitiful sound. Soft +

[𝓛𝓾𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷 @luhaenten]

Jane Austen, you were writing for the real lovers

[‍ ‍ 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝚈 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓦𝖨𝖥𝖤 @atrophybride]

trained her body to respond to her without pause. Her cock is soon grasped and cheeks darken further, embarrassed at being aroused and at the way her dick hardens, stands further at attention as her wife’s actions are not hidden.

[‍ ‍ 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝚈 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓦𝖨𝖥𝖤 @atrophybride]

Asked? Oh. Antonella never asked. No. Not before. Not now. Not ever. She demanded and with such grace, one couldn’t help but feel as if they were asked. Danyelle had found the dress hung up against the door. A silent request. One she couldn’t deny. So +

[‍ ‍ 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝚈 ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓦𝖨𝖥𝖤 @atrophybride]

many people filtered around them. Club brimming. And they all wanted a taste of what La Patrona sold. There is a hand that squeezes at her inner thigh and Dany cannot help but wiggle, acting as if a slutty whore in heat. Antonella had taught her well, +