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If I tap on the tag that says “black!reader” and there is no black reader… REMOVE IT!

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“this ship isn’t canon” to YOU. I, however, am delusional

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i love you megan thee stallion. comfort rapper fr

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need her carnally after a long shift at work after she’s woken up at the asscrack of dawn. piling into your car getting dirt over the leather. muscles on fire and dumping her sweat drenched hoodie into the backseat. peeling the fabric away from toned arms and flexing muscles. slumping into you when you get home, something hot and heavy and wanting.

“fuck. missed you so bad today, baby.” she groans into the crook of your neck, already crawling into your lap and pinning you down—all strong thighs and calloused, clumsy palms. she’s getting you and your sofa all dirty. grimy from crushed brick and grease and sweat. she can’t bring herself to care. hell, you can’t bring yourself to care. not when she’s rubbing herself up on you like she’s staking a claim. scenting you like a dog, hands hooking the hem of your sweatpants. closercloser closer. she needs you closer.

she’s just worked a 12-hour shift, baking in the sun, and she certainly smells like it. earthy and heady and the thought of the state of her briefs—sticking damp and hot to her crotch, gets you riled up like something stupid. god, you love a woman who can get her hands dirty. she knows it, too—mumbles “freak.” into your mouth in between sloppy kisses when you ghost your hand along the dank, soaked fabric. she grunts. bucks her hips. and your fingers come away glistening, and you haven’t even slipped them inside. her whine is plaintive. muffled by tongue and teeth and groping hands; squeezing your tits n palming your cunt before sliding up your waist, all while she ruts against your thigh. taking taking taking because otherwise if she doesn’t soak all of this up in .5 seconds flat she’ll drop dead from exhaustion. then, she’ll wake up again, to another shift, and another 12 hours of not seeing you and not being able to nose cheekily up your shirt or curl along your back like a boa constrictor and she thinks she might just die unless she has her fill of you to keep her going. “wan’ you. needa be inside you.” pants into your ear. and who are you to deny her? her stupidly sexy rasp and the way her fingers weakly tug at your waistband. her eyes beginning to cloud over, already, eyelids slipping, drowsy. you think she might doze off mid-fuck, if you’re not careful. will love her all the same, anyway.

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I'm so– I'm so–

pairing: shuri ✘ black!fem!reader

summary: shuri is proud of you

word count: 841

contents: smut (18+), fingering, praise

tags: @kisskourt @dejaonline @prettymrswright @vixentheplanet @sapphicvqmpires @astroeliza @uhwhatsay @blackgcomica @6-noir @ctrleuphoria @quintessencewrites @pvnks0ul @fentibeauty @ririshotgf @idkijjustlovethisapp @naijagrl @onyxstones-world @ventingfanfics @saintwrld @ihearttish

divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: honestly i wrote this in the span of 30 minutes because i miss shuri. that's literally all. reluctantly admitting a song by my BIGGEST opps sort of inspired this, i'm not name dropping because they not getting no clout off me! but you get it. anyway, hopefully this holds y'all over until i finish the next part of mtis! love youseee! enjoy, mwah! mwah!

“I’m proud of you, you know.” Shuri’s words were warm, heated by her sincerity as her lips imprinted your tear-stained face. Tucked beneath the slit in your dress, tattooed digits circled your eager clit, each caress more gratifying than the last. “I’ve lost count of the number of times I've said it today.”

Your pussy begged for more, begged to be stuffed full, which Shuri was hyper aware of, yet still, she rejected your pleas. And no amount of whining or whimpering seemed to sway her. “Are you proud of yourself, Thandiwe?”

You couldn't respond, not that she seemed to expect you to, so you opted for a nod, hoping the gesture would tilt the odds in your favor. You had only the need to release knocking about your brain, directly into her palm so she could feel just how much you felt because of her. If only she would stop teasing you.

“Years of sleepless nights,” Her fingers pressed into your sore bud, eliciting a sharp wince from your throat. “Years of overexerting yourself.” Slowly, she began to swab at your wet clit, increasing the pressure with each flick, and your quiet sobs alike. “And here you are, my perfect girl, my perfect graduate.”

Your knees would buckle any second now, you were sure of it, so you sank your claws into the nearest thing to you, which just so happened to be a bag of unopened rice.

“You're amazing.”

Shuri had you pinned against the pantry racks in your childhood home, nimble fingers gliding your dress straps down sweaty shoulders, eager to watch your bountiful breasts spill free. She was circling your hole now, your entrance beckoning her touch forward, throbbing as she inched closer.

You should have known you'd end up here when you stepped away from the party in the backyard. You knew your girlfriend; you’d been watching her watch you all day, and only you could discern that devilish look swirling in her darkened eyes.

This was inevitable.

You were just happy Shuri managed to hold it together until you two were alone. The pantry was not ideal, and you were definitely in for much, much worse when the two of you returned to your apartment, but the location would suffice for now, so long as you were able to tame Shuri's beast until then.

“You amaze me every day,” She licked a long, sloppy stripe up your throat, all the way to your quivering lips, which you parted eagerly for her, inviting her hungry tongue to caress yours. “And you deserve this.”

Before you could register her words, her digits plummeted into your heated deepness, stroking your walls as she kissed you fiercely, swallowing your cries. Shuri’s fingers created a rhythm with your sticky folds, gliding out momentarily, before your hole sucked them back in. Her mouth drifted from your lips, and you exhaled desperately. You watched, teary-eyed as she moved to suckle your left nipple, still working your sopping cunt over with gusto.

She fucked you senseless, skillfully guiding you to the edge with each pump. You were able to control your moans, somewhat, but getting a handle on the wetness at your core was impossible. Your pussy was messy, and sticky, and leaking right into your girlfriend's palm.

She thumbed your clit, and your entire body jerked, your fingers still clenching the rice. “I know you're close.”

“My perfect girl. You deserve to come, don't you?”

Shuri was revving your engine, pulling cry after cry from your throat as she fingered you. She was in a trance in front of you, watching your boobs bounce with every electrifying thrust.

She leaned in, her warm breath making your skin tingle as she whispered into your ear, “Come on my fingers Thandiwe.”

That was the encouragement you needed, and before long, you were approaching the peak of your climb. One last flick of your swollen clit had you descending, erupting around Shuri’s digits as she fucked you through your forceful orgasm. You cried out, twitching, finally breaking through the plastic encasing the rice beside you. And then you were tumbling to the floor, every single grain following, trickling right down to land beside you.

You laughed softly as Shuri joined you in the dim space, eyes dazzling with nothing but pride. She was grinning, and you mirrored it.

“I’m proud of you my love, so proud.”

“Oh? Are you? I wouldn't have known.” You mocked sarcastically with a giggle.

Shuri leaned in to peck your sweaty forehead. “Now, let's get you back out there before your family thinks we snuck off to have sex or something.”

You rolled your eyes at your girlfriend as she helped you up and fixed your dress. “I can barely walk.”

“Oh, Thandiwe, enjoy your ability to stand upright while it lasts, because it's likely to disappear the second I get you home.”

She stepped ahead of you, smoothing her suit down, then stepped out into the kitchen, outstretching an arm for you to grab onto as you watched her, dumbfounded.

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FRENS GET UP!!!

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Fixing the Unfixable - Girlfriend!Gail Meyer x Fem!Reader

summary: gail has to choose between your relationship and her plan to frame colt

a/n: she has like no depth in the movie and this is my attempt at fixing that. also my first regular fic in a while hi!!!! this was fun to write

warnings: legal age gap, soft gail, she has an avoidant attachment style, slight argument, mostly angst but has a soft ending

word count: 1007

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From her frequent outbursts to her busy life as a movie producer, Gail has never been the perfect partner. You forgave her mistakes and gave her chance after chance, even when she disappeared for days at a time and didn't explain where she was. You truly loved her and wanted the relationship to work out.

Gail was still learning how to be open and vulnerable with you, making her come off as cold and uncaring, but that couldn't be further from the truth. She loved you with her whole heart, she was just afraid of you getting too close and accidentally hurting you, and she was especially afraid of getting you wrapped in all her shady business covering up Henry's murder.

It had been a few weeks of weird behavior from your older girlfriend. She'd leave your shared penthouse in the middle of the night, not pick up the phone, and got incredibly distant from you. You were obviously hurt. What happened to the cute dates she'd take you on and how she'd hold you until you slept every night?

You and Gail sat at a bar, just trying to pass the time. The brunette sat next to you, sipping on her diet coke and was typing something on her phone you couldn't see.

You took a sip of your drink, fidgeting with the glass, watching the ice cubes dance around while you thought about everything.

"Are you cheating on me?" You blurted out.

Gail choked on her coke. "What?! Why would you think that?"

"You barely talk to me. Always on that fucking phone. You disappear for days. And you never give me an explanation for any of it!" You raised your voice, drawing attention from a few people nearby.

Gail nervously laughed and smiled at the people staring, before turning back to you with a serious expression. "My love, I'm not cheating on you."

"Then what are you doing all the time?? And don't say it's 'work' because I know it's not that."

"I...Fuck."

"Gail, you're wonderful when you want to be. My question is, why am I not worthy of being loved always?"

Gail took a shaky deep breath in and just stared into your eyes. She had that look that she got when she had something to say. You knew there was more to this than she was leading on.

"If you loved me and cared enough about this relationship, you would be honest with me."

"Darling, it's not that simple..."

"Really? Because it seems quite simple to me." You tried your best to keep talking at a normal volume but you were really starting to get upset and frustrated with the lack of answers.

"I can't do this." She put her diet coke down and got up out of the stool.

"So you're just leaving? We can't talk?" Your voice shook and your heart raced in your ears. You reached for her hand, rubbing your thumb on her soft skin.

She looked down at both of your hands for a moment, seemingly considering your offer, before harshly pulling away. "No we cannot."

Your lip quivered. "I love you, okay? You gotta be honest with me if you want this to work."

Gail's eyes widened. "I love you." The words rang through her head over and over.

She frowned and shook her hand, grabbing all her things and shoving them in her purse. "I'm leaving."

"...Where the fuck are you going?"

"That's none of your concern."

"Actually yeah, Gail, it is." You rubbed your temple and swallowed the lump in your throat. "When are you coming back?"

"Don't know." She turned to face the door.

"Will you be coming back?"

She turned around and looked down at you. You looked into her sad eyes, waiting, silently pleading for a response.

Her hand rose to cup your face, but stopped before it made contact with your skin, slightly shaking.

"Will you?" You repeated, quieter this time.

"I will."

~~~

You laid on your couch, staring up at the tall ceiling of your penthouse. It had been days seen you had last seen your girlfriend, and you hadn't gotten any calls or messages either. All you had was her word that she would come back.

All of a sudden, you heard the front door open.

"Darling? Are you home?"

"GAIL!!" You yelled and jumped off the couch, running to the door and jumping into her arms and kissing her all over her face.

She giggled. "Somebody missed me."

"Of course I missed you! Where were you?? Better not have been with your second wife." You raised an eyebrow.

Gail laughed. "I was not and I don't have a second wife. I had to take care of a few things." She set her purse down on the side table. "Now, please sit. I want to talk to you."

She came clean about everything. About Henry's murder, about her plan to set Colt up, and about all the other horrible shit she did.

"...I needed time to really think. What do I actually want?" She stopped fidgeting with her hands and took a deep breath, finally looking into your eyes. "And I realized..." Her voice shook. "I realized I want you more than anything."

You looked at her confused. "Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?" You laughed.

"Oh come on! I'm trying to have a heart to heart with you!" She playfully smacked your arm. "I'm being serious, love. None of this is worth it if I lose you in the end." She held your hands in hers and softly smiled. "I truly am sorry, for everything."

You returned her smile and tackled her with a hug. "Thank you for being honest." You pulled away from the hug and cupped her face, giving her a loving kiss.

"So, wait, you're not bothered by the whole... me trying to cover up a murder thing?" Gail laughed.

"Nope. Not surprised. I knew you were a little insane when I started dating you." You smirked.

~

[blackgirlfariy]

Why THE FUCK does the Emily x reader tag look like this??!!

Dear spencer writers… THIS IS NOT THE FUCKING PLACE FOR YOUR FICS! I do not care if emily is also in the fic, people in this tag are looking for EMILY w the reader, not the pipe cleaner.

Learn to tag properly & stop thinking shit like this is gonna get you more views! You’re just pissing people off & getting blocked!

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Y’all I genuinely urge you to stay up to date with world politics.

In my country, Venezuela, elections have just been held and the blatant disrespect that the so called government have for their people is astonishing.

How can they claim that Nicolas Maduro, one of the most hated dictators of our time, won 51%/5+ million votes?

How is it possible that he won when the voting panels have been updating every hour how Edmundo Gonzalez (the opposing candidate) has been winning by TRIPLE the vote?

How is it possible that most of the 7.3 million Venezuelan immigrants can’t vote and have no say in what goes on the country that gave them life?

How is it possible that Venezuelans have to fear for their life in voting stations because the military are set there to prevent them from voting?

How is it possible that the pig that’s called president is currently celebrating his “well-earned” victory?

Countries like Chile and Peru are already making statements that they will not recognize the results given by the CNE (the Venezuelan electoral system)

FREAKING ELON MUSK IS MAKING TWEETS REGARDING THE SITUATION

I think it’s sickening how all people can do is talk about it and not do a single thing about it, especially because as a society we try to condemn any harm to human rights just like how we did Russia, who by the way, is one of the dictatorships biggest supporters.

VENEZUELA HAS BEEN FACING AN HUMANITARIAN CRISIS!!!!

People have been facing literal hell since the late 90s and people in power DO. NOT. CARE.

Educate yourself, educate others, and most importantly TALK ABOUT IT, because I’m certain we’re not the first or the last country to go through this.

This is as much as I’ll say.

I hope they all rot in hell.

🇻🇪

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Black Women Deserve Peace Black Women Deserve Love Black Women Deserve Happiness

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Hello dear friend 🚨

Please I am on my knees begging you to at least read my story a little,

I really need help and support I am struggling to live with my children against this genocide🇵🇸...please share, reblog and donate💕🕊🌹

Everyone who follows me please do any and everything you can. Even if that means reposting to get it to a bigger audience.

#Free Palestine

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“her lovely hazel eyes”

“her breasts and perky rosy, pink nipples”

“for her petite physique”

Well damn , give her a name and we’re good to go 💀 the reader having a backstory , yeah no problem it’s cool but why do you have to describe the physical traits ? Just make an OC

Back story + physical description = OC

Back story + no physical description = reader insert

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sonya massey was killed in her own home.

she called the police for help, and they killed her over her pot of water and her trying to banish evil spirits from her home (there was a intruder suspected)

she apologized, and they shot her.

“she had boiling water” that doesnt mean sean grayson should have killed her.

sonya massey.

sonya massey.

sonya massey.

sonya massey.

we black women cant even be okay in our own home, who are we supposed to call now?

police officers are supposed to protect and serve the public. but they only protect themselves.

SAY HER FUCKING NAME.

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Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers 🎀

Thank Youuuu @winters-witch24

5 things I like about myself:

1. My laugh

2. M ability to give out advice to others but end up helping myself.

3. My “any means necessary “ mindset, if it’s for me then I will make it happen no matter what.

4: My hugs

5: Myself

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🎥✨SOUL TIES🏝️🌺

Sunny beaches, relaxing by the poolside, and getting a chance to live with a bunch of hot singles for the next couple of weeks—life in the Love Island Villa sounds amazing. But, Sayori can’t find herself interested in any other guy. Onyankopon’s got her eyes.

LoveIsland Ony!xOriginal Character • MDNI | 3.9k explicit language, h*mping, f*ngering, p*ssy-job, accidental penetration & creamp*e (barely), squirting, dirty-talk, sneaking around, descriptive mentions of body parts & c*m | Boldened italics will be used for the cheeky narrator's voice in the show

Banners: @strangergraphics

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The sun is high in the sky—a typical occurrence on the island of Fiji. And its contestants are soaking it up. Especially the two love birds: 23-year-old Sayori and 25-year-old Onyankopon.

Y’know the saying goes: sun’s out, buns out. And it looks like Sayori’s taking it literally! Though, I don’t think Onyankopon minds all too much. Just look at the way he’s starin’ ‘er down!

Hidden away from the others, the two came up to one of the many balconies within the villa for a chance at a private chat since the newest bombshells joined the house—Soul Ties.

“I’m not … threatened or nothing,” Onyankopon had confessed. “We know what we got.”

The words had made her heart melt. But conversation all too quickly switched to another topic: sex in the villa.

Onyankopon wasn’t so eager on it, but it wasn’t a flat-out ‘no’ either. Sayori, however, had her reservations—the cameras everywhere and constantly rolling, the threat of the others walking in on them—

“So, you scared, is what you saying?”

A sly grin dances on his two-toned lips as he stares at the woman across from him.

SAYORI, 23

Sayori attempts to feign a suave, nonchalant sense of confidence as she flips 28 inches of Burmese curls over her shoulders.

The facade comes crashing down with a snicker, hidden behind her manicured hands.

“Oh. My. Gooosh!”

She’s beaming and it’s impossible to hide.

“Ugh, he just makes me so fucking nervous!”

Her declaration comes with a roll of the eyes.

“Like, I don’t want to move too fast with Ony, but—“ she sighs. “He’s just—it feels right, you know? And I don’t wanna deny myself of anything, then have regrets about it when this is all over.”

For a moment, her smile dims as she stares off.

“I just don’t want to mess up by giving him so much access to me, especially physically, only for him to end up with another girl in the villa.

She pouts, averting her gaze from the camera.

“And I know we’ve only been coupled up for two days, but—I don’t know! I just … really like him.”

A heavy sigh punctuates her confessional.

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Despite resting underneath the shade of the lounge area, his naturally low eyes squint as if trying to take in her beauty in small amounts.

“No,” Sayori playfully sneers. But it’s getting harder to wrestle an inevitable smile under control.

His scoff comes before he shakes his head. Silence slips between the two for a moment. In that time, all he does is watch her.

Beneath fluffy, 16 mm lashes, she looks into her lap as she fiddles with her personalized water bottle.

It’s cute, her shyness. But, he needs her to get out of that shell a bit. And as his mind turns, attempting to come up with a way to do so, his excitement builds.

Energy surges through him. He shifts to sit up higher against the pile of pillows behind him. As he leans back, throwing an arm behind his head, her honey brown eyes spot the flexed muscle. There’s ink decorating his dark skin.

Hmm, I wonder what Sayori’s thinking about.

“Yeah, you are.”

She blinks repeatedly—what were they talking about again? “I’m what?” Her eyes are wide with cluelessness, dark pink lips parted.

“Scared,” his smile grows.

She kisses her teeth. “No, I’m not.”

She might’s well have hearts in ‘er eyes.

Onyankopon’s legs seem to part just a smidge wider.

“Come over here then.”

ONYANKOPON, 25

“Nah, I like Sayori, like … a lot.”

He bursts out in laughter, almost doubling over. Call it nerves, as he’s admitting this all out loud to himself, a camera, and national television.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, dragging a hand over his face.

“No other girl in the villa ever made me feel this interested. Y’know, everybody in here good looking and shit, but—“ he shrugs. “She the one.”

The apples of his cheeks burn as his lips split open even wider for a bigger smile.

“With the, like … challenges and shit, y’know, you gotta get a lil’ raunchy—play into the sexy shit. But she’s … she the only girl I really felt myself … wanting to explore in that way.”

As he looks off in thought, no doubt about Sayori, he only feels his heart beat twice as fast.

“And it takes a lot for me to get there.” He shrugs. “I’on know, I’m just really excited to get to know her more now that we coupled up.”

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On the balcony’s daybed, there’s not much space. There’s just enough for her to sit on her knees with Ony’s spread legs.

And that’s the perfect position for him to see the fat of her hips and ass. His hand on his thigh clenches into a weak fist as he imagines feeling the soft flesh.

Looks like Onyankopon’s got hearts in ‘is eyes, too! Or he’s just noticing that his dental floss that went missing, is now on Sayori’s body.

She raises a brow in challenge. Onyankopon only remains stagnant in his disposition. That seems to be enough to sway her—not like she was putting up much of a fight, anyway.

A smile slowly spreads across her lips. Onyankopon’s competitive mask shatters as he mirrors her expression.

She makes a slow crawl towards him, careful not to step on any parts of his body that may be in the way. His hands start at her back the second she takes her seat on his lap, cradling her.

“I like you here better.”

She almost stutters.

Keep it cool, Sayori. Remember—English.

“S-sure,” she laughs.

The dazed and dreamy look in his eyes is enough to make her giggle harder. She tries to stop it with the kiss of her teeth, but of course it doesn’t work.

“Mmh,“ he hums.

“How are we?”

Smooth transition.

The gentle disruption of a wrinkle lies between his thick, perfect brows as he licks his lips. “I think we perfect.”

She hadn’t expected that. “Really?” she asks, her voice having grown soft.

“Course,” he mumbles, his gaze falling to her thighs on either side of his hips. “You don’t?”

As her brain conjures up a quick response, it’s just as quickly thrown away. His hands drop softly only her thighs to rub back and forth over them.

She would think that such hands—so big and heavy—would be able to ground her. Yet her senses run from her with every slow drag they make, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“I do,” she replies—for lack of a better word—dumbly. Something about his touch is just draining her brain.

And if the unfocused look in her eyes is anything to go by, then he can definitely tell. When he smiles this time, his shallow dimples cave in and his perfect teeth are on full display.

That’s the first time I’ve ever seen Onyankopon smile that much. I usually give that look to a slice’a cheese cake from this one bakery down the road from me.

“Good.”

On a whim, Sayori leans forward and throws her arms over his shoulders. As much as she loves a good hug, she also loves that she’s able to hide her face in the crook of his neck.

“What’s the matter?” He asks after a minute, his soft voice obscured as their mics are muffled by the embrace.

Her lungs inflate and deflate with a gentle sigh. Thoughtlessly, he rakes his fingers back and forth over her spine.

“Nothing … just missed you after this morning.”

A soft chuckle shakes his chest. “Missed you, too.”

He seals the statement as he wraps his strong arms around her midsection to squeeze. The action pushes her up higher on his lap and her body closer to his.

Careful, Onyankopon, ya’ might break her.

He pulls back, if only to look up into her warm, brown eyes. Until his own drop to her lips.

“What?” She laughs.

And he can’t help but to smile. “Y’know what,” he mumbles, swiping at his bottom lip with his tongue.

She pushes it but an inch closer. “I don’t, tell me.”

There’s that burst of excitement again. “I wanna kiss you.”

‘So do it,’ she wants to say. But she’s smiling so hard her mouth can’t even form the words.

He gets the message anyway.

Their lips connect like opposing forces. Pillowy soft and full, both press and slide against each other with a slow firmness that only makes either want to push on.

They don’t hesitate to add tongue, they’ve gotten this far before. It’s nothing new for either of them, especially with the past challenges on the island.

However, this has got Sayori’s heart beating faster than any challenge or other guy on this island. And as this isn’t a game, there’s no need for Onyankopon to keep it cute for the audience.

His hands stretch and explore over the expanse of smooth, deep brown skin. Eyes closed, he doesn’t need to see to know where his hands are going.

A gasp, so tiny that it’s only picked up by their mics, slips from her. The gentle squeeze of her ass makes her pussy flutter in her bikini.

His tender touch is a quality Sayori found attractive since their first ever chat.

The soft, smacks of their wet kisses echo in the mics. Usually, she would pull back just to have a laugh at that, but they’re in too deep to stop now.

So deep, they don’t even acknowledge how their mics are also picking up the quiet moans sprinkled in there.

“Shit,” one of them whispers, neither of them can tell who it came from, minds hazy.

His sink deeper into the fat of her ass as he grasps tighter, unintentionally tugging her hips over his. The skimpy material of her bathing suit doesn’t ease the friction against her core at all.

She doesn’t want to think that he felt her clench, but she second-guesses the notion when he twitches beneath her.

Mindlessly, she grounds down against his growing hardness. His hips jump as he gasps against her lips, leaving her mouth free to venture elsewhere.

Elsewhere like down his neck. She kisses and laves at the warm, tattooed skin. One of her small, manicured hands slides up his stomach and chest to grip the side of his neck.

Relinquishing an ounce of self control, his hips stutter. He’s always liked a bit of choking with his kisses.

“Fuck … I wanna go to the beds right now.”

His breathless voice makes her pussy clench. It breaks her focus and she’s reminded that they’re out in the open.

Immediately, she tucks her face away to silence her own laughter. Ony throws his head back against the pillows with the release of a sigh.

After a couple of seconds, Sayori picks her head up to stare down at him, contemplating.

“Okay.”

The word is so soft-spoken, he almost doesn’t believe he really heard it. But once it clicks, he’s helping her to her feet while trying his best to adjust himself in his pool shorts.

Is it just me or has Onyankopon snuck a banana into his pants? Oh wait!

Stepping with caution and giggling like teenagers, Onyankopon and Sayori sneak around the villa to get to the bedroom unseen.

Mission successful.

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And when they get there, they’re careful to shut the door softly behind themselves so as to not alert any of the others. Slipping into bed is all too easy.

Well aren’t these islanders lucky.

Their mics pick up their quiet giggles just before they’re muted by more heavy kissing. With Sayori on top and Onyankopon beneath, they move with more confidence, riding and sliding against one another.

Two weeks on the island already, and she can’t deny that she’s been dying for some sort of release.

All the cameras around and this newfound experience of communal living has kept her from really enjoying herself like she typically would back at home—a relaxing DJ session after a hard day at work or something.

It’s been way too long since she’s gotten the chance to do that. Even longer since she’s had sex.

“Wait, wait, wait—Ony’!”

His body locks up as his eyes grow wide, bouncing back and forth between her own. “What happened? You good?”

“I … I don’t know if I really wanna go all the way just yet.” She’s chewing on her bottom lip, absolutely wrecking the skin there.

“That’s—okay, alright,” he nods, almost breathless from the non-stop kissing and heat around them. “You wanna stop?”

She shakes her head. “Let’s just … do something else?” she asks softly, voice almost cracking within the confines of a whisper.

“Alright … what you wanna do?”

“I don’t know,” she laughs, covering her mouth with a hand.

He echoes her laughter before calming down.

“I got something in mind.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The hitch in her breath is almost violent.

His tip, solid and pulsing with a rush of blood, nudges her swollen clit. It’s a pleasant pressure that has her tense muscles relaxing and a soft sigh brushing past her lips.

“Yeaaah,” he drags out, holding his dick at its base as he continues to rub his wide crown against her button. “You like that?”

His voice is soft and pliant.

A bead of his precum drips out onto her clit, which he spreads with his tip. As her clit brushes against his slit, his lower stomach swoops.

The tiny touch makes his dick jump slightly. The head of his dick knocks against her prominent bud.

“Shit,” Sayori huffs. She angles her head to be able to watch it all, even as she’s bent in half.

She keeps her hands hooked at the crooks of her knees, painted toes curled.

He lifts his dick just to see the way her pussy constantly puckers around nothing. Such movement pushes dribbles of her own natural lubricant to bubble to the surface and drizzle from her tight pinkness.

It’s a thick pearlescent goo that he only wants to continue pulling out of her.

“Mmh … pussy so needy,” he mumbles to himself. He pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth.

Raising a hand, he comes smacking it back down on the underside of one of her thighs. A yelp, followed by a sweet giggle trickles out of her.

He smiles, lifting his dick and dropping it against her puffy lips.

Thwap … thwap … thwap.

The plump skin trembles every time.

“Shit so fat.”

Every time, clenches down at the weight of his dick and how it beats against her aching cunt.

“It’s so heavy, Ony,” she smiles dreamily at him.

Still holding onto himself at the base, he begins to drag his dick across her lips. Up, down. Up, down.

With every swipe, he presses his dick harder. Slowly, he sinks it between her deep, thick lips, just sliding back and forth, slowly. Tip always kissing her clit.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” she almost whines. Adjusting her hold, she places her dainty hands on each ass cheek to spread them wider.

“You want this heavy dick?”

“Yeah.”

He feels her pussy spurt against the underside of his tip as it catches over her clinching hole. His own precum bubbles out of the tip.

He drags their mixed arousal, spreading it so messily it’s got her pussy looking glazed. Shiny and plump.

It was a wonder how she walked around in those tiny ass bikini bottoms all day. He always tried not to look at her pussy print, but he just had to take a little peak every time.

Fuck, he wants to eat her.

Pushing back up against her clit, he zeroes in on the prominent bud as it sticks out between her pudgy lips. Just perfect. He wags his tip side-to-side, DJ-ing her with his dick, never lifting it up.

“Fuck … fuuuck…”

She clenches and unclenches, faster and stronger. Her clit jumps with the movement.

Sayori’s head falls back against the pillows as she pants. Her boobs spill to the sides of her body, nipples hard and at attention.

One of her hands leaves her ass to tweak at a nipple, rubbing and tugging at it. “Spit on it.”

And he does just as he’s told, dropping a thick wad of spit right on her clit. It dribbles down between her lips as she softly moans out.

“So fucking sexy,” he pants, trying to hold back as his lower stomach drops and his balls tighten. God, he doesn’t want this to end. “Need you to ride it.”

“Yeah?”

“Ride my shit.”

It’s a blur as they switch positions. Her on top and him on the bottom—just as before. And Onyankopon is almost breathless.

His dick is trapped between his stomach and her pussy. No penetration—he’s trying to keep his promise.

Fuck, he’s really trying. But the way her lips encase him in a wet, gooey hug that is so suffocating—it’s more than a struggle. He doesn’t want it to end, though.

“Onyy,” she whines as her clit is pressed against his stiff dick.

He’s so hard—the pulsing blood has engorged his veins, making them bulge against his skin. She can feel it all.

Her legs are quivering and she can’t even stop it, but that’s the least of her worries.

“Mmph—c’mon,” he grunts, gripping her ass cheeks to push her along the length of him.

The roll of her hips is jittery and unsteady, like she has to force herself to withstand the pleasure and not break.

She leaks endlessly over him, lathering him in frothy cream that makes her arousal audible.

“Yeah … yeah,” he whispers, pushing apart her lips to see how her clit smashes and rubs against him. “Keep going baby.”

He twitches and the arch in her back deepens.

The muscles in her thighs flex as she uses all her power to bounce against him.

Plop-squidge, plop-squidge, plop-squidge.

As her ass and pussy clap against him, small bits of milky white fly out and freckle his lower stomach and her pubic bone.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she whispers to herself, eyes rolling back shut.

“Shit … wanna nut in you so bad.”

He doesn’t even notice the pool of precum he makes against his stomach—all of her cream hides it anyway.

The bouncing slows just as she gets over his tip. He’s definitely the biggest she’s ever “taken.” As she sits on him, she almost fully sinks onto the thick, pulsing head.

His wide, mushroom tip is filled out and flushed a deep pink. And it feels so fucking good to her.

He’s almost sucked in fully … almost.

“So hard,” she croons.

Staring down at him with low eyes, she blindly reaches back to get a soft hold of his balls. A gentle squeeze.

A stuttered moan empties out of him and his body jolts.

Everything about him is just so heavy.

His balls are sticky, covered in milky glaze as if they were dipped. They slip around in her hands, making the feel of fondling them addicting.

“Keep doing that,” he hums, hips bucking up into her.

She only ruts back against him. With his tip still pressed to her quivering hole, she swivel her hips down roughly.

The sounds their bodies make grow louder; soft, wet suction as they constantly toes the line between humping and penetration.

“K-keep fucking me back … keep … fucking me—“

Onyankopon’s face contorts as his lower stomach is on fire.

“Ony—baby … shiiiit!”

Her body freezes as he continues to slide his dick against her beating clit. And a fountain spray of squirt splashes all over him.

In an attempt to stand up on her knees, her thighs tremble so much that he’s got to keep ahold of her hips to keep her from collapsing on top of him.

Her stream is wide and strong, beating down against his dick hard enough to push it back against his stomach.

Sayori’s mouth hangs open, eyes rolled back to the whites. He doesn’t think it gets any better than this. And honestly, the sight of her cumming so strongly is only making him harder—if that’s even possible.

Through her steadily weakening stream, he reaches for her clit and continues to rub. There’s another burst of squirt, the stream gaining strength once more.

With this release, he sinks his longest fingers into her weeping cunt to massage her g-spot, yanking her through this orgasm.

A manicured hand grips roughly at his shoulder, knuckles turning white.

“One more f’me.”

And when he fingers this third orgasm out of her, dollops of cream slip down his hand. That’s when he decides to give her a rest, laying her body on the bed.

But is it really much of a rest when he’s still got her face down, ass up?

Sayori’s a panting mess. Her eyes are barely open and yet she wiggling her ass back and forth, creamy pussy winking at him.

Ony takes his hard, sensitive dick in hand—hissing. “I’d fuck ya shit up if you let me in that,” he croaks.

He beats his dick softly, always one to draw out an orgasm. His balls aches just as bad as his dick does, and he gives them just a minor squeeze.

“Where you want me, baby?”

He palms one of her asscheeks, huffing out a bit of laughter when the muscle twitches.

“Cum on it,” she mumbles into the pillow, her mic still picking up her tiny voice.

“Cum on it?”

“Cum on your pussy, baby,” she whines out, arching her back even deeper.

“Say less.”

Letting go of his dick, it bounces in the air, twitching. Slowly, he inches forward until he’s sliding right in between her lips again.

“Close ya legs.”

Weakly, she complies, squeezing her thighs shut until she could feel his dick trapped between the tight space of her pussy lips and thighs. She doesn’t even have a thigh gap.

If she had to be honest, this has to be one of the best front-wedgies she’s ever had, if she could joke about it.

Hand poised in the middle of her lower back, he gives her steady strokes. Her cum provides the perfect amount of wetness, creating profound sounds. It’s all going smoothly, until he gets too caught up in it.

His tip catches just at her hole and he doesn’t realize until it’s too late—he’s slipped in. Immediately, he shivers as they both moan out. Sheathed in tight, wet, warmth, the head of his dick twitches. Reflexively, Sayori clamps down on him.

Onyankopon’s only warning is a clipped gasp.

His breath shudders and his stomach twitches. He’d had enough sense left in him to pull out, but not before the first ribbon of cum was shot into her pussy. It was only shallow—she’d pushed out the thick glob easily.

But that wasn’t end, as thick spurts of cum shoot out against her labia, clit and inner thighs.

“Aw … shit,” he pants, falling onto the bed.

They’re a shiny, sticky, panting, gooey mess. And they’re quiet as they try to catch their breaths for a moment.

“God … damn,” Onyankopon chuckles, throwing a hand over his face.

Sayori can only hum in agreement.

SAYORI, 23

A long sigh floats out over lifted cheeks and a too-bright smile. Sayori’s lashes flutter as she looks up at nothing in particular.

“Yeah … I’m definitely feeling him.”

ONYANKOPON, 25

Onyankopon can’t even look at the camera as he rubs his chin. Staring off into the distance, he mentally replays that time in the bedroom.

“Definitely a fucking keeper.”

As his eyes flit over to the camera, he bellows out a laughter.

CAMERA 02

As the couple basks in the afterglow of steamy almost-sex, dazed smiles pull at their sheened faces.

“So fuckin’ nasty,” she whispers into his chest, a fit of giggles following shortly after.

Onyankopon only rolls his eyes, one hand rubbing at her back.

“Shut up.”

Yes, Sayori. So nasty, indeed. What naughty islanders.

[blackgirlfariy]

Treat U Better

Method Man as Davis MacLean

WARNING: SMUT, 18+

Masterlist Masterlist 2

“ Y/N we’ve talked about this! “ Your fiancée of a year Damien yelled as you got ready for work.

“ Yes we did! You asked me was I willing to give up my career to be a stay at home wife/mom and I told you no and you told me you were fine with that! Now you think that because it’s been so long that we had this conversation and you proposed that I forgot what I said and changed my mind? No! “ You yelled from the closet.

“ Y/N the woman in a relationship is supposed to stay home and take care of the house while the man takes care of everything else. Look, I allowed you to become a lawyer but now it- “ You came out with a raised eyebrow causing Damien sigh and rub his face.

“ Allow? You allowed me? Who the fuck do you think you are? Do you really think you have the power to make decisions about my life? I cannot believe you. Please. I already got too much shit to stress about anyway and you’re adding to it. I told you before and i’m telling you again, i’m not quitting my job and there’s nothing else to say about it. “ You stood in front of him before walking away.

“ Y/N what you’re doing is ridiculous! A woman doesn’t work! Leave this fantasy alone and wake up! “ He yells while standing up.

You turned around and pulled off your ring before throwing it to him.

“ I want you and your shirt out of my house by the time I come back! I’m done! “ You walked into the bathroom and locked the door.

4 years down the drain. You weren’t expecting this at 7am on a Monday morning. You and Damien had this conversation long ago so you didn’t understand why he thought you were gonna change your mind. When you heard the front door slam shut, you exhaled in relief and rubbed your face. You placed your hand on shoulder and rubbed back and forth from your neck. With tough cases and your relationship issues, your body was tense and you were constantly stressed.

Being a lawyer was always your dream. You wanted to follow your mother’s footsteps hopefully one day become a Judge. You loved being a lawyer but this major triple murder case has been tough. Thankfully you’re working on it with your boss, Davis MacLean. You’ve been working for him for the past 3 years and just a few months ago, he promoted you to Senior Associate.

Davis MacLean is a smooth, charming, arrogant but a brilliant 48 year old attorney. Over the 3 years you’ve been working there, you and Davis became close. You could tell him anything and he’ll listen to you vent. He always knows what to say.

As of 2 weeks now, all of his attorneys have been working from home due to the main office flooding overnight from a major storm. Currently, Davis was assigned a triple murder case that involves a major drug dealer and he requested you to be his second hand in court. Since the office is flooded, you work at his home everyday.

After slipping on your clear heels, you grabbed your bag and headed out the house. You got into your 2024 Mercedes Benz CLA Class and drove 30 mins to Davis’s penthouse. You pulled into the parking garage and sat there for 10 mins trying remove the irritation from your face. Davis was really good at reading people so you hoped this would work.

You walked into the elevator and pressed the penthouse floor button. After going up several floors, you walked into his penthouse to see him sitting in his living room going over evidence photos of the crime scene.

“ Goodmorning Davis, getting started without me? “ You walked up wearing This with your hair slicked back into a ponytail.

“ I couldn’t stop thinking about the case. You okay? “ He asks after studying your face.

“ Yeah i’m fine. “ You spoke unconvincingly while opening your briefcase and making him chuckle.

“ You know I know you’re lying. “

“ I can never hide anything from you huh? “ You chuckled.

“ Plus you aren’t wearing your ring either. “ He says making you rub your empty ring finger.

“ I ended things with Damien this morning. He doesn’t think a woman should be a lawyer or working at all. We had this conversation before a long time ago and I told him how I felt and it hasn’t changed but i guess he felt like i forgot what I said back then. It is what it is. “ You shrugged.

“ I’m sorry about that Y/N. It sounds like he cant handle a woman who has her own. “

“ That’s true. I just know he’s going to be really difficult since I told him to have his stuff out by the time I come home. “ You rubbed your forehead and sighed.

“ I got you. After we finish everything here, i’ll go with you to your place to make sure he leaves. “

“ Seriously? “

“ Of course. I always want to make sure you’re safe. “ He places his hand on your knee while keeping his gaze on your eyes.

Davis was always protective over you. Since he came to realization about his feelings for you, it’s gotten worse. He couldn’t deny that hearing you had broken up with him made him happy on the inside but he didn’t like seeing you being anything but happy. You chuckled nervously and turned the attention onto the case you and him have to work on.

Davis has been divorced for 3 years and ever since then, his main focus has been making money and his career. He never thought about dating until he came to realization about his feelings for you a few months ago. It wasn’t just lust, he fell in love with you and you had no idea until a few weeks ago.

There a few little signs you’ve begin to notice here and there about Davis. The way he talks about you, his hand placements, and you would often catch him glancing at you from his office. Davis is a respectful and charming man. If only he wasn’t your boss, you would pursue things with him.

For the next few hours, you and Davis were talking about the case and how to get the witnesses near the scene of the murder to speak up. Everyone knew who did it, but they were afraid since the suspect is a big drug dealer in the neighborhood. After going to the witnesses homes and getting no where, you and Davis decided to stop for lunch at a nearby 5 star restaurant.

“ Well I guess we’re getting nowhere. “ You shook your head before sighing.

“ Don’t say that. One of them will come around. The amount of violence and drugs going on around there, someone is tired of it. “

“ We’ll see.. “ You looked up as the waitress was approaching your table.

“ Hi I’m Alyssa I’ll be serving you guys today. How about we get started with the drinks? “ She asks while holding her hands behind her back.

“ Whatever is the strongest on your drink menu, i’ll take it. “ You smiled making Davis laugh.

“ I’ll take a whiskey on the rocks. “

“ Alright. Coming right up. “ The waitress nodded before walking away.

“ Any word from Damien? “ Davis asked.

“ No. The only text I want from him is my stuff is packed and i’m gone. I want to go home and have peace. “

“ I understand that. You deserve it. You deserve better than him and how he did you. Nobody deserves to have their time wasted like that. You’re a great woman. Any man would be a fool to do you wrong and that’s exactly what he is. “

“ You’re absolutely right. Thank you for that Davis. “ You smiled.

“ Of course. “

“ Since we’re talking about relationships, how’s dating life going for you? “ You smirked making him laugh.

“ It’s not going at all. “ He chuckled. “ I haven’t really thought about dating until I fell for someone awhile back. “

“ Really? Why haven’t you told me? “

“ It never went anywhere. Plus she was spoken for at the time so of course I wasn’t going to pursue it. “

The waitress finally came back and sat both of your drinks down before speaking.

“ Alright, are you guys ready to order? “ She asks while looking at the both of you at opposite ends of the table.

“ Yes. I’ll take the Salmon Cesar Salad. “

“ And I’ll have the Filet Mignon with a side salad. “

“ Alright, i’ll get that right in for you guys. “ She smiled before walking away.

“ So do you still feel that way about her now? “ You asked resuming the conversation.

“ 100%. My feelings are only getting stronger for her. “

“ So what’s the hold up? Tell her! “ You encouraged

“ It’s complicated on her end. I’m all in and ready for her. I haven’t told her but it’s not really a great time. “

“ I see. Well don’t hold out too long, you don’t want another guy beating you to the punch. “ You sipped your drink.

“ Oh I know. “ He chuckled while sipping his drink.

The waitress finally came back with your meals and you spent the next 45 mins eating and talking with Davis. When Davis finally realized his feelings for you, it became hard to work with you everyday knowing someone else already had you. It was hard watching the love of his life going home to another man.

Seeing you go through a heartbreak crushed him. He wanted to see you happy 24/7 and give you the love that you deserve. On the drive back to his place, he glanced over at you looking out the window. Your beauty was everything to him.

When he finally made it back to his parking garage, he got out first before coming to your side to open your door for you. Whenever you’re with him, he made sure you never touched a door unlike Dwayne. After a few mins in the elevator, you both made it back inside his place and continued working.

As the day came to an end, you were sitting beside Davis on the couch while Dwayne blew your phone up with text messages.

“ After a long day of work, I say we deserve a drink, you down? “ He asks.

“ After answering these texts, absolutely. “ You sighed while picking up your phone.

“ When we finish, we’ll head over to your place. Don’t stress too much okay? “ He says with his hand on your knee.

“ Okay. “ You smiled.

As Davis went into the kitchen to make your drinks, the sound of your phone ringing caught your attention. You picked up your phone and rolled your eyes once you saw Dwayne’s name across the screen. You took a deep breath and mentally prepared yourself before answering.

“ Hello? “

“ Y/N are you serious right now? You really want me to leave? It’s 8pm, where are you? “ Dwayne answered angrily.

“ Yes i’m serious! I want you out! I’m working late so that should give you extra time to pack and leave. I don’t want to hear from you unless you’re telling me you’re cleared out and my key is left under the mat. “

“ No! You’re going to come back home and we’re going to talk about this! “

You got up from the couch and walked out onto Davis’s terrace so you could speak loudly.

“ Dwayne we have talked about it! The only thing you want to try and do is change my mind and it’s not happening! “ You yelled.

Davis had finished the drinks and came back into the living room to see you not there. Once he saw you outside on the phone, he knew what was going on.

“ You’re being ridiculous! You really think there’s another man that’s gonna want a woman like you? I’m trying to help you! “

“ The fuck you just say to me?! Fuck you Dwayne! I don’t even kn- “

Davis comes behind you and takes the phone from your ear and hangs it up making you turn around.

“ Breathe. Breathe. “ He says while taking deep breaths with you.

“ You told him what was up so you don’t need to speak with him anymore. Tonight i’m gonna make sure he doesn’t give you any problems. “ He speaks while holding your biceps.

“ Well let’s go right now. “ You begin to walk back inside but Davis cut you off by standing in your way.

“ Not while you’re pissed. When we go over there you’re going to be calm. I don’t need you pissed and pumped up and do something you’ll regret. “ He watched as you sighed and rubbed your tense shoulder.

“ Turn around. “

You turned until your back was facing him and you were facing the long dinner table and the view of the beautiful New York city skies.

“ May I ? “ He asks while hovering his hands over your tense shoulder.

“ Sure. “

When his strong hands came in contact with your aching shoulder, you instantly felt relief. You hissed and moaned when his thumbs massaged the back of your neck. He cleared his throat trying to not to have a downstairs reaction to your soft moans.

“ Ooo that’s it.. fuck.. “ You moaned in relief as your neck and shoulder started to feel loose.

Davis stood close behind you as he continued to massage your shoulders. You laid your head back against his shoulder and gasped when you felt his growing bulge against your backside. Davis moved his hands to your waist and rubbed your body slowly and kissing your exposed neck causing your body to heat up.

"D-Davis.. We shouldn't be doing this.. "

You were breathless and aroused. You were telling him one thing but your body was saying another.

"Why not? We both know we want this.. Let me show you how I make love to the woman i'm in love with. “

He traveled one his hands up your dress and bypassed your panties. Your mouth dropped when you felt his fingers come in contact with your heat. You held onto his arm as he rubbed your clit in a circular motion while holding you close to him. He moaned into your ear from feeling your ass rub against his bulge.

“ Mmm.. I want you to make a mess right in my hand.. Can you do that for me? “ He asks while speeding up the speed of his fingers while using his other hand to grope one of your breast.

“ Uh huh…fuck.. “ You moaned while reaching back and holding the back of his head.

This moment was so exhilarating for the both of you. His moans into your ear made you even wetter and his fingers were sent from heaven. The more he rubbed, the louder your pussy became from becoming soaked. Your moans became trapped in your throat as you started to squirt in his hand. Your knees buckled causing you to hold onto the table as he continued to make you leak.

“ Oh fuck! “

You moaned breathlessly as you left the ground and his hand soaked. He licked his fingers clean before unzipping your dress and letting it fall to the ground leaving you in just your thong and heels. You stepped out of your dress and he bent you over the edge of the table and pulled your thong down before stuffing it in his pocket.

“ Stay just like that baby.. “

Hearing the sound of his belt clinging from behind you made your pussy throb impatiently for him. After undressing behind you, he hiked your leg up on the table and slowly filled up your walls with his thick lengthy dick. Your mouth dropped from feeling the size of him. Davis moaned and watched as you gripped every inch he gave you.

“ Uhhh you’re so big! “ You whimpered.

“ That pussy is stretching so good for me.. “ He smacked your ass before thrusting while holding onto your waist.

You never felt so filled up in your life. Dwayne was nowhere close to his size. Davis thrusted his hips slowly to feel every part of you. With one hand on the crease of your hiked up leg and the other on the back of your neck, he started to pound you making you moan loudly.

“ Oh fuck me with that big dick just like that! Fuck yes! “

“ I can tell how much you’re loving it baby.. You’re wetting me up so good.. “ He moaned.

He moved your leg off the table and grabbed you by your shoulder and waist before pounding you again. You moaned so loudly and you didn’t care if the world heard you. His dick was hitting all the right spots.

The one rule you had about dating in the workplace went straight out the window. Davis was the perfect exception. Within minutes you were about to cum all over him and he could feel it. He moved his hand from your shoulder to your ponytail and pulled it while digging deeper and hitting your sweet spot. Your moans were abruptly cut off once that knotting feeling in your stomach formed.

With one final thrust, your orgasm came crashing down hard. He pulled out and watched you hold onto the table as your body trembled. He smacked your ass repeatedly making you whimper. You turned around and kissed him intensely making him return the same energy. With your arms around his neck, he picked you up without breaking from the kiss and carried you inside and into his living room.

He sat you on the couch and broke from the kiss to get on his knees. He slumped you down some before bringing your legs towards you.

“ She’s so wet and pretty. Mmm.. “

He moans before sucking on your lips. He parted them with his tongue before burying his mouth in your flesh. He swirled his tongue slowly while sucking making you hiss and moan. You held the back of his head while watching his tongue lick every part of you.

“ Yes.. You love how that pussy taste daddy? “

“ Mhmm.. “

Davis wasn’t letting his tongue off you for one second. Your sweet taste satisfied every part of him. He moves up to your clit and continues the same motion while moaning leaving your legs trembling.

“ Ooo yess.. eat that pussy baby.. “ You moaned while closing your eyes.

With his mouth on your clit, he slips in 2 fingers and starts to finger you deeply making your moans louder. With one hand pinning your leg back, he starts pumping faster while sucking on your clit. This sensation was making you so wet that it sounded like he was playing in wetter as he continued to finger you.

“ I’m gonna cum! “ You moaned loudly.

He felt you clinch around his finger and your body tremble from your orgasm. He stood there fisting his length while keeping his eyes on yours.

“ Come taste this dick. “ He sits down on the other end of the couch while continuing to fist himself. You got on your knees and crawled between his parted legs.

“ Fuck… I was taking all this? “

You were mesmerized by the 9 inches in your face. You were in shock that you took all that.

“ Mhmm.. Let’s see how much you can take in your throat.. “ He says before licking his lips.

He sat back with his arms laying along the couch and watched as you spit on his tip before wrapping your lips around it. He hissed and moaned feeling your warm mouth slide down his dick. You slid him into your throat and gagged before slipping him out of your mouth.

With your hands rested in your lap, you sucked his tip in your mouth before bobbing your head and throating him repeatedly.Davis laid his head back with his eyes closed savoring the feeling of your wet mouth sucking him off.

“ Fuck.. that’s it… Suck that shit.. “ He groaned watching your spit bubbles form along his shaft.

Davis threw his head back once you started to throat him repeatedly while using one hand to massage his balls. Hearing him moan from your pleasure satisfied you in many ways. Before he could cum, you popped him out of your mouth and licked your lips. Davis looked at you with heavy lust in his eyes and grabbed you by your throat before tongue kissing you sloppily.

Without breaking the kiss, he pulled you onto his lap and rolled over until your head was laying into the corner of the couch. He pulls away and slides himself back inside before pinning your legs back. He thrusted balls deep and hard leaving your mouth permanently open.

“ Fuck! You’re stretching this pussy! “ You moaned out.

“ Good.. It feels so good don’t it? Talk to me baby.. “

“ That dick feels so good.. You’re so big.. Make me take it! “ You moaned desperately.

Your moans came out brokenly as he started to pound you deep with you pinned under him and nowhere to go. He was fucking you so good you started to tear up and whimper. He felt your walls squeeze around him and fucked you through your orgasm.

“ Use me! Use me and cum in me please! “ You begged with your head thrown back.

“ I gotta give my woman what she wants.. “ He groaned while wrapping his hand around your throat and continuing his thrusts.

His thrusts were so deep and persistent. Your moans came out of you uncontrollably. Davis eyes were glued onto your face as he watched the pleasure wash all over it. Seeing you like this only made the feeling of his nut stronger. His mouth dropped as his thrusts became sloppy and soon enough, he filled your walls with his warm seed.

“ Shit! “ He panted loudly while slowly pulling out.

“ You filled me up real good.. “ Davis looked down to see you pushing his nut out.

“ How about we take a shower and I give you some more. “ He asks while pulling you up.

“ Sounds good to me. “ You smiled before being led into his bedroom.

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