a shy sub nestled on my lap, having begged to ride my thigh, their cheeks flushed w anticipation, is granted permission w my kiss. our faces inches away, they lose the courage they've mustered prior. pouty bounces and whimpers. cute, yet they fail to find friction on their own.
“gonna breed you so full, you’ll still be leaking when i fuck you again in the morning,” they growl against your ear, pinning your wrists down, hips relentlessly pounding into you. there’s no escaping this. “gonna keep you stuffed, keep you mine.”