Fake scenarios w Him <3

Kneel

Groans and dozens of crumpled paper were flooding the room.

It was a hectic week and your boyfriend thought the same, stressed and overwhelmed by the heavy work load.

An idea came to mind.

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"Babe can you please go away for now, I'm a bit busy" words came out of his mouth but you didn't care, your reply came out soothing and seductive, "Why don't you rest for a minute? Maybe let out some steam?"

You start massaging his shoulders, his body immediately relaxing and melting to your touch. That's only the start of what I had in mind you think to yourself as you let go of his shoulders, hands moving to the back of his seat and spinning his seat around to face you.

You smash your lips together, seeming desperate.

"Babe... I'm busy... Ah..." He manages between sloppy and heated kisses. The tent in his pants not being left unnoticed by you.

Your hands moved swiftly, firstly unbuttoning his shirt to holding his nape to deepen the kiss to palming the bulge in his pants.

Endless groans and whines of pleasure were filling your ears. You grabbed his collar, dragging him to the side of the bed, strangling his waist in the process. You too had all this pent up tension that you oh so wanted to release. I mean, it's not your fault your boyfriend is hotter than fire. . .

The kiss went on for minutes, feeling like hours, just grinding and feeling eachothers warmth. You got a bit sick of it and wanted to change things up. You grabbed his ruined neck tie, tugging it lightly as you bite your lips and wink at him. "Follow me handsome~" sweet but seductive your voice captivates him. Your words only a slur to the man dizzy from your teasing. He follows you to your bedroom, the led lights glowing red above the two of you, adding to sensual and intimate moment you two are sharing.

He sits on the bed, holding your nape as he leads a sweet kiss, lighter than the ones you initiated earlier in his office.

You got on your knees, kneeling in front of him, his huge bulge right infront of your face.

The sexual tension in the room felt intoxicating, your mind filled with only the thought of him in your mouth. You start by palming him, looking him straight in the eyes with the cheeky smile you wore flawlessly.

He leaned his head back, bucking his hips into your palm, trying to get more friction.

His belt until his boxers are discarded in a matter of seconds, not wasting any time to get the job done. You've barely done anything and his hard dick is already standing proudly against his stomach waiting to be touched.

You started by spitting on your hand, trying to get him lubed up so it's an easier job ahead. His face and tip are basically the same shade of deep pink, pre-cum already beading at the tip.

Your hands get to work, sliding up and down the long, pink muscle. Your grip tightening and loosening in an uneven pattern.

He whines lightly, voice not even above a whisper. You start by licking his tip, moaning while you continue giving kitty licks to his members. Your tongue slides up and down, from the base to the pink tip. You lick your lips before deep throating him, a much louder moan rips out from his lungs.

It seems like music to your ears as his deep and raspy voice rings in your head. A sweet melody that you could listen to forever. You alternate between stroking his dick and deep throating him. Your gag reflex tries to act up but you continue to push it down, not wanting to give up so easily on pleasing your beloved boy.

It doesn't take long, he grabs a chunk of your hair. Harshly. Your mouth sloppily lapping the hard member in your hand.

You look up at him with teary eyes, wanting to see his expression as you proceed with your private performance. You lock eyes. His are dark, filled with lust looking straight at you. With a loud grunt he tightens the grip on your hair, pushing his dick deep down your throat as he nears his limit.

He fucks you in the mouth, hard and fast. Your jaw feels like it's gong to lock with the constant effort of keeping your mouth open. He's staring at you with those eyes that are looking at you as if you're his prey, countless whimpers escape his lungs while he inches closer and closer to his climax.

Your throat is hurting, so bad, but you can't back down now. Your moans add to the pleasure he's feeling. Finally, with a deep thrust, his semen coats your throat in white, sticky, thick, liquid.

He pulls out swiftly milking himself from his orgasm, allowing the last final drops to paints your face with white. His big hand cups your cheek as he stares at you with admiration, features glowing with afterglow. A tint of softness can be seen in his eyes, differing from the heavy gaze he laid upon you earlier.

He drops on the bed, exhausted from your late night activities. You feel inbetween your legs, and as expected, you're dripping wet.

Seeing your handsome boy tired and worn out from your plan, you feel delighted with yourself. "It won't hurt not getting off tonight I guess. . ." You whisper to yourself. Physically also exhausted.