Info - unprotected sex, strip show, lingerie, needy Timmy, birthday boy, reverse cowboy, ass slapping
The day had been perfect. We'd visited his parents and sister and he'd scarfed down two pieces of cake. We'd lazily watched one of his favorite movies and I had adored cuddling into his arms. He was extremely touchy today. He was touching me all the time, stray kisses, and slapping my ass when others weren't paying attention.
Next, we'd gone out with his friends. I'd danced wildly with him at the club, working him up. He was even more touchy when we retired for drinks and gifts at his friend's house. He had gotten a lot of things he'd asked for which made me happy.
"Do I get a private present Mon amour?" He asked when we got home late. He was holding and kissing me from behind, a perfect picture of desperation and need.
"Mmm, maybe," I hummed.
"Just want to be allllllll over you," he sighed.
"I may have prepared something," I chuckled.
"I'd love to suck on every piece of skin you have available," he said and began to suck on my neck.
"Timmy is needy," I said in a sing song voice.
"Course I am, have you seen my girl?" He said dedicatedly.
"Well, ya gotta let me go for the surprise," I said. He grumbled as I pushed him down on the couch. I quickly changed and then I started a song over the speakers wired into the house.
Cake by Rihanna started playing. I smirked as I strutted out in stilettos and Timothée's eyes went wide. I slowly undid my robe, revealing my green lingerie the same color as his eyes. I began to feel myself up and shaking my ass. I'd practiced for weeks for him and I thought I did pretty well.
I walked up to him and straddled his lap, I shoved my tits into his face and he was licking and nipping them desperately.
"Ohhh, someone is very hard," I teased.
"I'm leaking," he gasped.
"Pretty boy," I chuckled and grabbed his jaw for an intense kiss. I jumped up and turned around so I could dance some more. I looked behind me to see he was peeling off his dress pants to free his aching cock. I moved back, and let myself grind down on his length. He moaned helplessly at the contact.
"This is ridiculous," he gasped and yanked my thong down. He pulled me onto his cock. I began to ride him, giving him all I had.
"Oh baby, ride my dick, just like that angel," he said, ever so slightly bucking up into my bounces.
"Lord you're so fucking pretty on my cock, riding like you can't get enough, baby I'm gonna fill you with creamy goodness."
"You better, I wanna see stars Timmy," I told him as I rode as hard as I could.
"Baaaaaby, you rock my world, best gift ever," he whined.
"Better than the watch?" I asked as I swiveled my hips.
"Yes!"
"Better than the necklace?" I challenged as I clenched my walls for his benefit.
"Fuck yeah baby," he groaned.
"How about the broadway tickets?"
"A ticket to your pussy is worth a billion of those," he gasped.
"Good," I chuckled. He grabbed my sides helping me bounce faster.
"Fuck I love you so much, let me do the work baby," he said and pulled me back against him. He licked and kissed my neck as he placed one hand on my stomach and rutted upward powerfully but slowly so I could really experience the moment. I was panting, watching where his cock disappeared inside me.
I'd catch scraps of sentences. "So good" "Mon amour" "my blessed cunt" "my girl" "best thing"
"Can I cum in you? It would make this an amazing birthday if you didn't make me shoot on your tummy. I want it all inside you, tucked away, claiming your body as mine."
"Yes Timmy, I want that, I want it so so bad," I said in a strained voice.
"Mmm, so close good girl," he said, one hand pushing away my bra cup to massage handfuls of my soft breasts, the other going to my heat, so he could fondle my clit.
"M'cumming, gotta fill my girl," he sighed and he gave me a whimper of contentment as he began to empty himself.
"What a lovely load," I said as I began to come myself. I arched on his cock, letting me feel the fullness of me writhing on him, the cum sloshing as I came undone wildly.
"Wow, oh baby, thank you," he sighed.
"Anything for my Timmy," I sighed as well, feeling wildly content. "Happy birthday baby."
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MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet
أدب الهواةI love Timothee and a lot of my suggestions turn into miniseries. These are my multipart series under 6 parts. I hope you enjoy this. I think it'll be well received. Lots of different topics and tropes.