overstimulation - jimmy darling

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I was laying in the recliner watching a marathon of Bates Motel; a blanket snuggled up on me and bowl of popcorn, Jimmy was working late once again and it left you alone with nothing to do.


The marathon ended soon after Jimmy trudged through the front door of your small house, his eyes had black circles under them and he looked tired from working all day.

To be honest, your sex life wasn't all that good with him; he was always gentle with you, making sure never to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable around him.


"How was your day, babe?" He asked, setting down his gloves.


"Peachy." You bit back at him with a glare on your face. You wanted him to overstimulate you, push you over the edge of your orgasm, make you scream his name all night long.

"What the hell is your problem?" He said with an angered tone.


"Jimmy ever since you've worked late. Our sex life is so fucking boring, I need you babe, your huge erection inside of me, you pleasuring me over the edge." You said with a blush on your cheeks.


"All you had to was ask, princess." he said, leaving a trail of hot kisses down your revealed back.


You turned around and began to kiss his plump lips; soon to be swollen. His arms draped around your waist, slightly raising up the blouse you had on.


He bent down and left kisses down your thighs and stomach. His tongue licking every inch of you. The sexual tension between you two was slowly arising.


"Lay on the floor and open your legs." he instructed. You obliged and laid down on the floor and spraddled your legs open, revealing your pink p-ssy along with your clitoris.


His tongue dived inside of your clitoris, swiping figure eights down on it. His tongue swirling around the bundle of nerves, causing you to moan out his name.


You felt yourself unravel all over his tongue.


He went over to the table and got his gloves, and soon entered his long fingers inside of you.


After 3 orgasms, you were tired out.


"I love you, Andrea." he whispered.


"I love you, Jimmy."



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