princess treatment | richarlison

𝟬𝟬𝟴 talk

‹3₊˚✧ ﾟ.

— third person.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 couple collapsed on top on one another, their arms slithering around each other.

"querido, get some sleep," andrea whispered quietly. it was nearing midnight and the once blue skies turned deep black. the dim lights directly above made her shove her face against richarlison bare chest.

he yawned and turned his head to face the comfortable woman, "okay."

he smiled lightly, forcing back his words to fight back as he knew it was best for him. richarlison had not gotten any sleep for more than 2 hours at a time and andrea knew that. it pained andrea knowing the fact that her husband doesn't sleep much.

richarlison turned his body around to turn off the lamp and held andrea closer to his body. they were still butt naked, but we're covered under the white sheets as they rubbed against each other.

with her little strength left, andrea lifted her hips and sunk down to his still-hard-cock.

"fuck," he groaned, "not right now."

"shh," she hushed him, pulling her husband into a tight hug as he closed his eyes shut and fell asleep.

— third person * fast forward

"shit," andrea muttered as she realised she was still on his dick, cockwarming her husband to sleep. it was 5am in the morning and she knew it was still her husband's annual leave.

her mutters made richarlison gasp awake, rubbing his eyes to the early sunrise.

"bom dia, baby," he smirked as he realised she was still on his length, with a hint that he had just woken up.

andrea reached for his face and kissed him passionately. she hoisted herself up, and towered over richarlison's still-layer body, their warmth still connected.

"shit-" she moaned into the kiss, richarlison's large hands lingered to her waist. she disconnected the kiss and slithered her cold hand against richarlison's tattooed body, making him shiver.

her hips rocked forwards and backwards slowly but sensually, making her whimpers an octave higher.

"fuck," he groaned, leaning his head back as he always does, squeezing andrea's ass, giving it a quick slap.

as a result to being on richarlison's cock the whole night, andrea felt close and so did he.

"i'm gonna cum," he moaned, gripping andrea's waist.

"come for me, baby," she whispered, her tears streaming down her face from the pleasure as he let go of his release and pulled out, semen dripping afterwards.

the man got up, kissed his resting wife on the forehead as he handed her his shirt and put on his black calvin klein boxers on, "you want anything?"