I want to be a puppy too - On top of you, feral, fucking you into the ground. We both know you're my bitch in heat. Tongue hanging out and drooling underneath me. Just a set of holes for a bigger pup to fill. On the bottom is where you belong.
He made me keep counting out loud while he held my legs wide and slammed into me. By the time I finished the list I was shaking and dripping. He came hard, flooding me, then stayed buried and kept talking — telling me this pussy was his now, that none of those other cocks mattered, that he was going to fill me until I forgot every one of them.
My Husband Made Me Tell Him Exactly How Many Guys Had Fucked Me… Then Used Me Harder with Every Number
We were in bed. He was already inside me, fucking me slow, when he suddenly stopped deep and asked, “How many guys have been in this pussy before me?”
I told him the truth. Twelve.
The second the number left my mouth he started pounding me harder. “Say their names.” I started listing them. Every name made him thrust deeper and rougher. When I got to the ones who had cum inside me he groaned and fucked me like he was trying to erase them.🧵
Yeah, I’m the type of person who would make sure I’m the only one somebody would be talking to. What’s mine, is mine. I’m possessive and obsessed in a unhealthy way, hope you fw that.
oral fixation. watching them between your legs, cheek resting on your thigh with their pretty little mouth stretched around just the tip. doe eyes struggling to stay awake, but continuing to suck on daddy's cock just to feel at ease.