daily thoughts

november 26th 🍂

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Nanami is in Malaysia and he's with his black wife: reading books, embracing one another, cooking with each other, going on cute dates, and basking under the sunlight with one another as they dance along the shoreline.

That's so cute.

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"Kento, do you want a baby?"

Ever since you asked that question, NANAMI KENTO has been working overtime to figure it out. Yes, he would love to have kids with you, but would you want to have kids with him? Would you want to be up the whole night and morning getting pounded into the mattress? NANAMI KENTO does not mind in staying up late and getting worn-out from trying to put a baby in you, but what he does mind is your health. In no way, does he want to hurt you. You already have troubles of taking him, so he doesn't want to hurt you to the point where you beat the fuck out of him and divorce him all in one-moment. Yes, he wants a kid, but do you want a baby with him and are you prepared for the long nights that are going to come with it? Are you really that prepared for the different side of your husband?

"Oh... Kento! Kento!" You gasp out in constant breaths at Nanami's three digits sheathed deep into your throbbing pussy. He was hovering directly over you. He was decorating your forehead and temple with sweet, wet kisses—he was clothing your bare flesh all up with his love and admiration for you while he reached the depths of you with his deft extremities. His fingers were curling in and out so slow yet so fucking deep that your weak hands were holding onto the back of his blue, office shirt and brown knife holster for dear life. Your knees were on each side of Nanami's hips, and every-time he rutted his arm backwards slowly, then slammed his fingers deeper into your soft, little walls, your knees clamped around his hips tighter.

"I'm here, Y/N. See me?" He speaks in such a soft, loving tone that it makes your heart speed up. His unattended hand moves from the back of your thigh to your cheek. Your big, hazy eyes gaze into his in utter defeat and submission.

NANAMI KENTO is unsure what happened or why it happened, but the look of you in that state aroused him more. That look in your eyes that was pleading for him to make it all better made his heart increase in beats per second. That look in your eyes that was telling him to embrace you securely and to love all over you tonight made his thick, veiny dick jump in his now tight grey slacks. That look in your eyes that was begging for him to spill every last seed of his into your fertile womb and fuck it deep into you until you are conceived with his and your first child made him absolutely feral and primal.

Oh, NANAMI KENTO wants a baby so fuckin' bad.

"Come back here, Y/N," Nanami orders with hints of determination and desperation loitering his tongue. The bothered man had you faced-planted in the pillows with your fat, round ass sitting high up in the air. Your curly short, black hair was being yanked on by the roots as he rocked his hips into your ass. Tears were rolling down your face from the overstimulation and the roughness of this sex session. Although it was rough, it was so... pleasuring. The pleasure was sending your blood rushing from your veins and arteries into your little, empty head that was filled with absolutely nothing but your husband's dick pistoning in and out of your creaming cunt so good along with that sexy look of desperation taking over his starkly attractive facial features.

"Ooouuu~ shittt!" You shriek out loudly, feeling the fat head of his big dick smack up against the dimple of your womb in constant repetition. The feeling was so euphoric, but it only grew when you felt your husband's large hand press down on the small of your back, deepening the arch as he idly laid his hand there and forced your ass to be thrown back on him. "Show me you want it..." You glance over your shoulder at your attractive husband, who was grazing over your face with so much love and need. You hum quietly in agreement, then throw your ass back against his pelvis, watching as he scrunches his face up in so much pleasure and chains of sweat fall down his forehead and neck.

"Like that—God, just like that—go faster. Make it all yours... make me all yours..." He groans so sexily that it has you clenching tightly around his throbbing girth. Nanami whips his head back, his hips matching the fastening tempo of your ass slamming back onto him—the stench of sex and erotica was swaying in the air, but it's not something you or him cared about. Not when the coil in your stomach was growing taut by the second, and his hand was still grabbing at the roots of your thick hair.

Your pussy enveloped the entirety of Nanami's length, not a single inch was missing the wondrous feeling of your plush, pulsating walls squeeze and milk his hard cock dry. You rock your hips forward and backwards, desiring to keep that sensation of his thick inches dragging in and out of your sopping cunt, and against your oh-so oversensitive walls. You felt so fucking full of him—so fucking full that your tired limbs were falling limp on you from the pleasure making you so numb and dumb.

NANAMI KENTO loudly huffs at you fucking yourself on him. Each and every time you threw your hips forward, his downcast eyes took in the view of your thick creamy essence coating the base of his shaft. Your greedy cunt was coating his brown slacks with all of your tasty arousal—his eyes couldn't look away—they were fixed on his length sinking into the deepest parts of you, his pelvis grinding hard and fast into your round ass until the sounds of wet slaps and your sweet lullabies filled the room.

"You're absolutely perfect..." He whispers sweetly, lowering his upper body down for his lips to kiss across the back of your neck. His hands reposition themselves to your hips, keeping you still and grounded for his own to begin snapping into your cunt again, "...Do you know that?"

You tremble in his hold. Your brain was mush—you could only think of him and only him. Not one coherent word could be produced from your throat. It was only shaky moans coming from deep within your chest and tears coursing out of your hazed, bloodshot eyes.

"I could sit here and make love to you like this for hours as I tell you every little thing that made me fall in love with you and made me want to be your husband, but that would end with us being here for a long time. And I do not wish to tire my beautiful wife out—I only want to make her feel good... I only want to make her feel loved... I only want to make her feel all of me..." He lovingly expresses, but the increasing pace of his hips snapping into you was driving you wild. The veins that ran up and down his length was pulsating fast. He was on the verge of cumming.

NANAMI KENTO takes ahold of the pillows underneath your head—his clothed chest was touching your bare back, his velvet kisses were still dressing you all up, and his cock was pounding into that tight cunt so precisely. He was hitting your g-spot with every stroke, refusing to miss it since he longs to hear you get louder and louder for him.

"Do you want a baby, Y/N?"

You nod your head rapidly in the clawed-up sheets and sob out to your husband, "Yesss! P—Please... Please..."

NANAMI KENTO kisses the tears away on your cheeks and rams his hips harder and sloppier into your ass, filling you up with more of him. You lay on the side of your face to gaze into his orbs as the ends of his lip lift sky high at your ruined yet stunning face coming into his view. Quickly, he pecks your lips and presses his forehead up against yours.

"Make me a daddy then, my beautiful."

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