Guilty
"For who could ever learn to love a beast?"
A monster Fucker. That's an easy question.
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Imagine Daddy Walter has to teach his you how to suck his cock and fuck him right...like you're all innocent and don't know a single thing about nothin' except that you're mesmerized by the sight of his huge cock...
Summary: Walter decides to teach your innocent self how to use his huge weapon.
Pairing: Walter Marshall x Virgin Reader
Words: 1k
Warning: 18+, smut, corruption kink, face-fucking, gagging, blow job, cock-warming, deflowering, orgasm denial, maleDom, jealousy.
A/N: I have a thing for Walter lately, so here we go... not betaâd and I am tired as hell so sorry :(
Night Lessons
There was a shade, a ghost dancing on the glacial ocean that was his intense stare. He did not smile at you, but then did Walter ever smile?Â
His thumb rolled across the muscle of his thigh, lightly stroking while his eyes licked up the sight of you standing all the way across the room with your wrists jittering and your teeth gnawing into your own cheek.
âWanna know what Iâm thinking?â His eyes narrowed slightly as if to sharpen the image, see through your skin, muscles, and bones.
You shook your head coyly, you had some idea, but you were terrified of voicing these thoughts.Â
âIâm thinking how nice that little mouth will look full of my cock.â
An icy gust of wind blew down your spine audibly; you expressed your anxiety, gasping and trembling like a shaky leaf.Â
âI never...âÂ
âCome here.â Walter cut you off, his large fingers dancing in the air to draw you near, and like a hypnotised thing, you followed, stepping toward him utterly obedient. There was a twitch in his groin, his thick, fleshy pistol swelling larger with every step you took and your lip quiver as you attempted to make his size out of the clear outlines.
His finger pointed to the floor, and with a growl, he commanded, âkneel.â
You fell to your knees instantly, your eyes glued to his.Â
Reaching his hand to your face, he caressed your cheeks and then your mouth, his thumb glided over your bottom lip. The coarse pad pressed between your lips and penetrated your maw, slowly pumping in and out.Â
âNever sucked a cock, huh?â he asked.Â
You shook your head while gently suckling his thumb.Â
âSeems like youâd be a natural,â he teased you in return and then began to fumble with his belt. âWant me to test how deep I can go before you start gagging?â
Not knowing what to do, you nodded, trying not to act too terrified, but when his fingers reached to pull out his cock, and his weapon was hoisted before you in all its glory, you couldnât help but bite into his finger.
There was a reason why they called him Magnum at the academy. He was like one of those men you saw on porn, the ones you thought donât exist in real life. He was both thick and long, decorated by a map of throbbing veins and clear ridges that grew around his girth.Â
The mere thought of having him inside any of your orifices made your little hole jolt, and Walter must have felt your anxiety because soon, his thumb pulled from your mouth and his fingers lightly pressed at the hollows of your cheeks.
âLoosen up, yeah, like that.â
He shaped your mouth into an âoâ and held your jaw locked in his grasp while slowly guiding his shaft inside your mouth.Â
A long guttural groan escaped him, his eyes fluttered shut as he felt the hot wetness of your cavern suffusing him. He was heavy on your tongue and briny, and inexperienced as you were, you tried to lick him inside your mouth, pushing your little muscle against his silky skin and following the ridges.
âGood girl, get me wet,â he breathed out and pressed deeper inside you. His fingers ran from your cheeks to the back of your head to slowly manoeuvre you close while he began thrusting into your throat.
Tears brimmed your eyes within minutes, a choking gag followed, but he did not stop; he cooed and ticked his tongue sweetly, further fucking your mouth.Â
âLoosen up, babygirl, relax, you make me feel so good,â he chanted, âYou look so precious, now, so beautiful with my cock down your throat. Iâm going to slow down, and then youâre going to suck me off like a good girl, okay?â Â
You whimpered an agreement and breathed in relief as he pulled back slightly and slowed down the pace, now allowing you the freedom to take the reigns.Â
âPut your hand on my cock,â he demanded and took your hand in his, carefully guiding it around his swollen girth, showing you how to pump him.Â
âGood, good girl, now pump me in and out, and use your tongue while youâre squeezing my cock.â
Following his instructions, you began you drew back slightly, your hand feeling clumsy around the base of his cock, your tongue trying to lap and twirl inside your mouth as you tried to mimic every porn youâve ever seen. At first, you felt ridiculous, but Walterâs growls of pleasure and his half-shut eyes urged you to proceed with a little bit more confidence.Â
With your knees scraping the carpet, you tried to think of yourself as a whore, or an actress in an adult film, your mouth full of an enormous man, bringing him close to divinity so easily. You hummed with him, moaning as if you enjoyed it as much as he did, and perhaps you did, with your lonely core twitching and throbbing to have the same treatment from him.Â
Losing yourself, you closed your eyes, taking him deeper when his fingers clutched around the back of your head and pulled you away.Â
âEnough!â he rasped and hauled you to your feet. Confused, you followed, letting him turn you and then set you on his thighs with your legs spread wide open. You hardly even realised how wet you were once the cool air blew upon the sticky patch of arousal that drenched your panties.
âLetâs fill up that innocent little pussy, shall we?â Walter demanded breathlessly and slipped your panties aside.Â
You whimpered, unable to tear your eyes from his large cock and the heart-shaped tip that ground between your lips. âThere was no way in hell he could fit inside!â You thought. He would destroy you, rip you apart.
And then he did.
With a grunt, he tore you, filling you with a slow shove. Your virginal walls wailed in pain just as you did, battling him out like a feral damsel. Though he had none of it, stretching you open, he forced you to take his shape, until you were nothing but his, achingly learning to accept his sheer size.
It took forever, or at least, so you thought, until he was buried so deep you felt the pressure and swelling in your belly. Then he just stopped and wrapped his arms around your chest, bringing you close so he could nuzzle your hair and nibble your ear.
âDo you want me to fuck you?âÂ
âYes!â You whispered urgently, clenching around him in dire need.Walter smiled and kissed the corner of your eye, tasting salty dampness, ânot now. Now I just want you to warm my cock for a little while. You see? I am feeling so cold in here,â his fingers lowered to your petals, barely brushing against your flesh and still you hissed and pleaded.
âKeep me warm for now, maybe tomorrow Iâll fuck you, that is... if youâre not too busy flinging your ass around the guys here as if your daddy owns the place.â
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Polka-Dot Snek
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Ah yes âšeducational contentâš
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It's the hot lumberjack
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Good night, my love đ€đ€đ€
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FALLOUT - S01E08 - The Beginning
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Oooh Sock, babes! This looks promising. I already want to read more. You know I adore your writing, darling. đ€ and itâs OFC? Shut up and take my money.
tag game: last line you wrote
The ever lovely @ellethespaceunicorn tagged me and I just happened to have bit of inspiration and time to work on a little something today:
âAugust Walker, I meant what I said and I canât wait to fuck you however I can. And believe me, I know how to make it good.â
This is taking some time to get where I want it, so no idea when I'll be posting but I kinda canât wait! (And am also super nervous about the details. This is not your everyday August Walker. đ«Ł)
Not sure who's working on what out there but I'm always interested, so let me know @mayloma (how are things with viking!Geralt?), @cardierreh15 (I know you have something cooking), @just-chirpin (care to share anymore ETS tidbits?) @littlefreya (can you grace us with anymore nautical August?) and anyone else who'd like to share. I'm here for it!
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But also.
i suffer from 'men are hotter banged up' disease. unfortunately there is no cure.
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Before the Storm
Summary:Â Gus finds way to keep you warm as you both sail on his boat during April.
Pairing:Â Major Gustav (Gus) Phillips x Reader (no description)
Word count:Â 2K
Warnings:Â 18+, romance, fluff and smut, oral sex (woman receiving), a bit of fingering, teasing, a sweater, a pinch of angst.
A/N: Gus is a character we know nothing about only that he is an unhinged gentleman (?) so I just went with what I felt and oh I hope others will enjoy :). Many thanks to the lovely @captainsy-cookiemonster and @agniavateira for beta and emotional support.
Please reblog with comments if you enjoyed đ€
Before the Storm
Gus. Gustav. Gustavus.Â
Such a timid name for a man who was wilder than the seas he sailed. When you first met Gus, you thought that he was the ocean itself; Untamable, unpredictable, a maelstrom of a man. Little did you know, you were wrong about him; if Gus was anything, it must have been the god of the sea.Â
The only thing he was missing was a golden trident.Â
Resting on the deck of his yacht with a small plate of local sweets and a book by your side, you watched him through a veiled gaze. The tall man stood at the bow, preparing the boat for the evening sail. You knew very little about nautical travel, but you always enjoyed watching him work on his boat.
Liberats - he called her - the only place he thought of as home.Â
His large chocolate curls swayed gently in the afternoon breeze, thin threads of sliver-grey rimming each ringlet, though as the April sun began to set, those fine curls were kissed by vivid hues of purple, orange and pink. Â
A deep frown line creased his forehead as he held onto the mast. You entertained yourself at the notion that he had the same exact look when he was hovering and grunting above you. Lightly snorting at the thought, you reached for the plate and grabbed a sweet while continuing to stare.Â
âLike what you see?â Gus asked without looking away from the mast. His thick English accent rang through your ears in a melodious tone. He had a way of making everything sound either like poetry or sex.
You ogled him gingerly. In complete contrast to you, who lay in undergarments, Gus donned a chunky grey sweater and dark work trousers. You hated that. It hid what you knew was underneath it. The body of a god.Â
âHmmâŠâ you stretched, âI havenât seen enough to decide.â
A slanted smirk tugged his cheek, and he threw a side gaze at you, but his smile fell as he noticed the little shiver in your arms. You werenât exactly dressed for the season, in fact, you werenât even dressed for a cruise, but for the time being, simple pair panties and bra sufficed.Â
Until they didnât.Â
Not saying another word, he let go of the mast and sauntered toward you, mumbling, âoh, darling,â while already slipping the heavy sweater off. Abs and pecs that might as well have been crafted by a master sculptor glistened in the waning sun. Tanned and sweaty, his skin was like honey. Busy appreciating the view, you didnât notice the lumpy grey thing that headed toward you at the speed of light until it smacked you in the face.
âGaws!â Your words were muffled by the sweater that covered your entire head.Â
Annoyed, you tugged it away, one brow arched with ire, but your expression softened as Gusâ scent poured upon you; seafoam, salt - fresh and untamed - you inhaled it, inhaled him.Â
Unable to resist the urge to be enveloped by his presence, you pulled the sweater on and sighed at the comfort it brought, your fingers clutched onto the collar to hold it closer to your nose and with a deep breath, you took him in. For a moment, you felt yourself slipping into delirium, but then the warm shadow that loomed over your face dragged you back to reality.Â
Gus stood over, the breadth of him blocking the sun. Head tilted down, arms crossed together, he observed the treat before him, a crafty grin playing on his lips.Â
âLooks better on you than on me.â Hand reached up to his moustache, he twirled its edge between his index and his thumb. âI sure like what I see.âÂ
You smiled sweetly, your bare legs stretching forward in an invitation. âToo bad this sweater doesnât cover all of meâŠâÂ
His marine-blue gaze followed instantly, a flicker of excitement igniting within them. âCara Mia, need me to keep you warm?âÂ
Gus was the type of man who never needed a special invitation. Nor did he ever waited for an answer. Simply, because he always got what we wanted. Gently, he sank to his knees before your feet, and reached for your ankles. His hands were roughed by manning the ropes of the boat and things you didnât wish to think of, yet his touch was as tender as the caress of a wave as he ran his hands up and down the length of your legs.
âSmooth,â he murmured, âit always stuns me how soft women are.â
Half chuckling, half moaning, you laid back onto the deck, casually reaching for the bowl of sweets and grabbing a piece. Gusâ glare darted at you, watching you nibble while the coarse pads of his fingers glided below your knees, his touch sent a stream of shivers that coursed through your skin, making you tremble in his grip.Â
It took every drop of strength to remain composed and not give yourself entirely, you were always afraid of him having too much power over you, and Gus knew that and knew just how to bend you - figuratively and literally.Â
His palms smoothed higher with each stroke, kneading your thighs, fingertips reaching close to your heat yet not close enough. Every wave of his touch only left you more frustrated. Wetness pooled at your core, the unmistakable bloom within calling for him in yearning, like a flower opening, awaiting to be seeded, yet he took his time.Â
âStill cold?â Gus provoked at how wildly you quivered.Â
Lips pressed into a thin line, you swallowed a moan and shook your head, clutching onto the sweater as if it served any protection, but all hell broke loose as, without any warning, he pressed his thumb against the wet fabric of your underwear.
âFuck!â
âSuch a dirty mouth.âÂ
Giving into a shuddering yip, you pushed your pelvis forward, trying to grind into his thumb, only that he pulled back.Â
âGus! Stop this!!!â
âStop?â His eyes flared comically. âI thought you were enjoying thisâŠâ
Ready to throw the book at his stupid face, you frowned, which caused Gus to chuckle before he hooked a finger below the strap of your underwear. âNowâŠâ his voice dropped, and his eyes darkened as if touched by a storm cloud. âAre you going to say it?â
Already at wit's end, you pouted and let out a breathy, âplease...â
He tugged on the strap a little, sliding the garment to the mid of your hips, yet not enough to expose you. âPlease, what? Cara Mia?â Â
âPlease, fuck me.âÂ
Triumph burnt on his face. Overjoyed that once again he managed to break you, he paused, eyes gliding at every inch of your body while his fangs grazed over his bottom lip. The way he stared at you, you could have sworn that you could feel his touch wherever his gaze landed; your mouth, your breasts, your nipples, the base your belly - he was everywhere, but you needed more. You needed him inside you. Â
âNo.âÂ
âNo?!â Your cry could be heard across the 7 seas. âWhat do you mean ânoâ!?âÂ
âYou had your candy, I think Iâll have mine.â
Without any other delay, he yanked on your underwear and threw them over his shoulders. Exposed to the open air, you breathed a shuddering gasp. The chill ocean-breeze blew upon your slit, further storming the tidal-like spasms that swept over you. Still, it was nothing in comparison to the storm that Gus was about to bestow upon you.Â
The bearded Adonis looked ethereal as he crawled between your thighs, his curls and brazen bristle tickled your skin. His broad, muscular shoulders flexed in a predatory motion, and his face wore a dark, preying shade to match. Brows knit together, jaw clenched, his fingers dug into your ass, and with a guttural groan, he lowered his head to the valley of your thighs and granted you the sinful kiss of Poseidon.Â
Slow, yet not lazy, his mouth drew a languid course between the little pearl above your cove to your inner thighs as if testing the water before plunging in. The touch of his hot lips and coarse bristle was enough to elicit the most desperate yelps from you, and like a siren washed up on the shore, you writhed for your god, begging for salvation.
It wasnât as if Gus didnât know every inch of your body, yet still, he revelled at the different cries that escaped you as his mouth marked different parts of your flesh, almost as if it was a game to him, as if you were a toy he examined and coaxed to his whims until you were completely broken and at his mercy. It was only then when you were bent and vulnerable, thatâs he would tear you completely apart.
With his breath hot on your flesh, he hummed against your clit. Legs quaking, you prepared yourself for yet another tender kiss, only that instead, you felt the wet glide of his tongue teasing your flesh. Once, then twice, his velvety serpent stroked and twirled. The third time he wrapped his lips around the tender nub and suckled with every ounce of love he felt toward you.Â
Inarticulate sounds followed from your throat, your toes curled as the spasming jolts of ecstasy flowed all across your body. He brought you near impulsion, but he wasnât done playing with you just yet. Grunting, he slipped the edge of his tongue between your swollen petals, pressing just enough to provoke you, yet not enough to bring you undone.Â
You wanted to scream his name but found that you had no words. Instead, you heaved and cried breathlessly, your head pressing to the wooden deck beneath you, eyes wide open, staring at the seagulls floating in the air. In the open ocean, everyone could see you. Everyone and no one. You were one with the gods and the sea creatures and you sure as hell writhed as if you were drowning on dry land.Â
Appeased by your helplessness, Gus locked his strong arms around your thighs, holding you spread open and in place as he finally dove his tongue inside you.Â
âFuck!â Your back arched against the surface. Tears of joy brimmed in your eyes as Gus fucked you ardently with his tongue. Over and over, he plunged into your cove, groaning and savouring the dew that dripped from it as if it was a feast.Â
As greedy as they come, he wanted to devour you; there wasnât a single patch of skin he hadnât laved, kissed or suckled. Even while his tongue wreaked havoc on your clenching cunt, his mouth continued to suckle upon your swollen lips with little hums of delight that vibrated through you.Â
It wasnât fair. He brought you on the verge of pleasure on despair. You felt the storm within you rage; violent waves of pleasure gushed and surged, begging to be unleashed. Knowing your body so well, Gus wrapped one sturdy arm around your belly, held your mound to his hungry mouth, and finally, took his fingers and buried them deep inside you to force you into ecstasy.Â
Climax shattered through you in several electric currents that continued to hit. Each one stronger than the other Still convulsing in ecstasy, you lifted your eyes to Gus. The last rays of sunlight glazed around him in a golden aura. For a moment there, you imagined him as the lord of the ocean, who, in his fury, pierced his trident at the oceanâs bed and split it apart.Â
Split you apart.
Spent, you fell back to the deck with a deep sigh, your eyes gazing aimlessly at the evening sky while you snuggled Gusâ sweater around you. The moon had already risen, surrounded by a shy group of gleaming stars resembling precious pearls embroidered on a blue dress. Memories of childhood sprang to mind; summer days in the sun, when you floated carless over the waves.Â
âAre you alright?â Gus moved to lie beside you. His knuckles brushed your cheek in a tender caress.
You nodded weakly, your breath still hitched from the intensity of the pleasure he wrought from you.Â
âSpeak, Cara Mia,â Gus asked gently and, with a small pinch around your chin, brought you to stare at him. "I need to hear you say it."
Quiet, you stared back, your lower lip parted, but no words came as you studied his face. The little wrinkles around his eyes and the silver tainted his beard made him look somehow pure. So pure, it broke your heart to think that once you dock again, you will have to take off the masks and costumes you wore and be who you really were - soldiers fighting to liberate the world and Gus, as spirited and wild as he was, would never be free, never be able to fully commit to anyone other than his cause.
Still, you loved him.
Enough to follow him into hell.Â
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Imagine Daddy Walter has to teach his you how to suck his cock and fuck him right...like you're all innocent and don't know a single thing about nothin' except that you're mesmerized by the sight of his huge cock...
Summary: Walter decides to teach your innocent self how to use his huge weapon.
Pairing: Walter Marshall x Virgin Reader
Words: 1k
Warning: 18+, smut, corruption kink, face-fucking, gagging, blow job, cock-warming, deflowering, orgasm denial, maleDom, jealousy.
A/N: I have a thing for Walter lately, so here we go... not betaâd and I am tired as hell so sorry :(
Night Lessons
There was a shade, a ghost dancing on the glacial ocean that was his intense stare. He did not smile at you, but then did Walter ever smile?Â
His thumb rolled across the muscle of his thigh, lightly stroking while his eyes licked up the sight of you standing all the way across the room with your wrists jittering and your teeth gnawing into your own cheek.
âWanna know what Iâm thinking?â His eyes narrowed slightly as if to sharpen the image, see through your skin, muscles, and bones.
You shook your head coyly, you had some idea, but you were terrified of voicing these thoughts.Â
âIâm thinking how nice that little mouth will look full of my cock.â
An icy gust of wind blew down your spine audibly; you expressed your anxiety, gasping and trembling like a shaky leaf.Â
âI never...âÂ
âCome here.â Walter cut you off, his large fingers dancing in the air to draw you near, and like a hypnotised thing, you followed, stepping toward him utterly obedient. There was a twitch in his groin, his thick, fleshy pistol swelling larger with every step you took and your lip quiver as you attempted to make his size out of the clear outlines.
His finger pointed to the floor, and with a growl, he commanded, âkneel.â
You fell to your knees instantly, your eyes glued to his.Â
Reaching his hand to your face, he caressed your cheeks and then your mouth, his thumb glided over your bottom lip. The coarse pad pressed between your lips and penetrated your maw, slowly pumping in and out.Â
âNever sucked a cock, huh?â he asked.Â
You shook your head while gently suckling his thumb.Â
âSeems like youâd be a natural,â he teased you in return and then began to fumble with his belt. âWant me to test how deep I can go before you start gagging?â
Not knowing what to do, you nodded, trying not to act too terrified, but when his fingers reached to pull out his cock, and his weapon was hoisted before you in all its glory, you couldnât help but bite into his finger.
There was a reason why they called him Magnum at the academy. He was like one of those men you saw on porn, the ones you thought donât exist in real life. He was both thick and long, decorated by a map of throbbing veins and clear ridges that grew around his girth.Â
The mere thought of having him inside any of your orifices made your little hole jolt, and Walter must have felt your anxiety because soon, his thumb pulled from your mouth and his fingers lightly pressed at the hollows of your cheeks.
âLoosen up, yeah, like that.â
He shaped your mouth into an âoâ and held your jaw locked in his grasp while slowly guiding his shaft inside your mouth.Â
A long guttural groan escaped him, his eyes fluttered shut as he felt the hot wetness of your cavern suffusing him. He was heavy on your tongue and briny, and inexperienced as you were, you tried to lick him inside your mouth, pushing your little muscle against his silky skin and following the ridges.
âGood girl, get me wet,â he breathed out and pressed deeper inside you. His fingers ran from your cheeks to the back of your head to slowly manoeuvre you close while he began thrusting into your throat.
Tears brimmed your eyes within minutes, a choking gag followed, but he did not stop; he cooed and ticked his tongue sweetly, further fucking your mouth.Â
âLoosen up, babygirl, relax, you make me feel so good,â he chanted, âYou look so precious, now, so beautiful with my cock down your throat. Iâm going to slow down, and then youâre going to suck me off like a good girl, okay?â Â
You whimpered an agreement and breathed in relief as he pulled back slightly and slowed down the pace, now allowing you the freedom to take the reigns.Â
âPut your hand on my cock,â he demanded and took your hand in his, carefully guiding it around his swollen girth, showing you how to pump him.Â
âGood, good girl, now pump me in and out, and use your tongue while youâre squeezing my cock.â
Following his instructions, you began you drew back slightly, your hand feeling clumsy around the base of his cock, your tongue trying to lap and twirl inside your mouth as you tried to mimic every porn youâve ever seen. At first, you felt ridiculous, but Walterâs growls of pleasure and his half-shut eyes urged you to proceed with a little bit more confidence.Â
With your knees scraping the carpet, you tried to think of yourself as a whore, or an actress in an adult film, your mouth full of an enormous man, bringing him close to divinity so easily. You hummed with him, moaning as if you enjoyed it as much as he did, and perhaps you did, with your lonely core twitching and throbbing to have the same treatment from him.Â
Losing yourself, you closed your eyes, taking him deeper when his fingers clutched around the back of your head and pulled you away.Â
âEnough!â he rasped and hauled you to your feet. Confused, you followed, letting him turn you and then set you on his thighs with your legs spread wide open. You hardly even realised how wet you were once the cool air blew upon the sticky patch of arousal that drenched your panties.
âLetâs fill up that innocent little pussy, shall we?â Walter demanded breathlessly and slipped your panties aside.Â
You whimpered, unable to tear your eyes from his large cock and the heart-shaped tip that ground between your lips. âThere was no way in hell he could fit inside!â You thought. He would destroy you, rip you apart.
And then he did.
With a grunt, he tore you, filling you with a slow shove. Your virginal walls wailed in pain just as you did, battling him out like a feral damsel. Though he had none of it, stretching you open, he forced you to take his shape, until you were nothing but his, achingly learning to accept his sheer size.
It took forever, or at least, so you thought, until he was buried so deep you felt the pressure and swelling in your belly. Then he just stopped and wrapped his arms around your chest, bringing you close so he could nuzzle your hair and nibble your ear.
âDo you want me to fuck you?âÂ
âYes!â You whispered urgently, clenching around him in dire need.Walter smiled and kissed the corner of your eye, tasting salty dampness, ânot now. Now I just want you to warm my cock for a little while. You see? I am feeling so cold in here,â his fingers lowered to your petals, barely brushing against your flesh and still you hissed and pleaded.
âKeep me warm for now, maybe tomorrow Iâll fuck you, that is... if youâre not too busy flinging your ass around the guys here as if your daddy owns the place.â
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I literally finished The Way to Hell this morning at 3am! Loved it!! Had me in a chokehold wanting to read the next chapters!! Thank you for replying to my ask!! Love your works!! đ«¶
Thank you so much for reading, babe đ€đ€đ€
Iâm so happy you enjoyed it đ„č
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Itâs expensive, itâs not as fun as it used to be with people being inconsiderate and playing with their phones during and everything comes to steaming sooner than it used to.
I usually only go when a film is worth the spectacle of the big screen. :)
Looks like May 10th is the day a lot of us get to finally get access
Thank you for the info, Rory đ€đ€đ€đ»
I canât wait to watch it
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