daily thoughts

november 25th 🍂

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About to go to sleep, but I wanted to stop and quickly write about getting dicked down by big, beefy men. It's been a long time since I've posted, so walk with me.

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OHMA TOKITA

𖤐 Head deliriously thrown back against the top of the leather couch in utter euphoria with guttural groans and grunts escaping your attractive sweaty, dazed boyfriend was a sight you would forever bask in. His wet wavy, black bangs were shielding his facial features that beautifully twisted and contorted into looks of ecstasy. "Y/N... Y/N..." He breathlessly chants out your name in desperation and need as if he was on the verge of becoming insane, and he was—your cunt was squeezing around him so tight it was as if you never wanted to separate from him. Thick, white globs of his and your intermixed bodily fluids were flowing down his throbbing veiny girth, his heavy balls, and into the slits of the leather couch so nastily, but Ohma, he couldn't pay attention to it—his head was full of your good pussy pleasuring him.

𖤐 "Tok—ita~" Your aroused clit was plush up against his drenched, coarse wild pubic hair. Each time, you bounce up-and-down his dick, his little hairs rub up against the needy bud and send you in a spiral to keep fucking yourself on him in that fast, trained rhythm he always loved. Your frail arms wrap around his neck securely, reeling him in to hold your tiring body as you get off to the sweet sensation of his bulbous tip smacking up against the dimple of your womb with every throw of your hips. In response, Ohma places both of his large hands on your hips and continues bouncing you with ease on his big dick.

𖤐 "Fuck.. Fuck—Fuck!" He groans so seductively, his body violently squirming up under you. Ohma desiring to fuck you better, lifts his head up off of the top of the couch and frantically wraps both of his arms around your waist. As if you weigh absolutely nothing to him, he slams you down onto his girth as his white canines sink deeply into his bottom lip. Your soft, velvety walls clench hard around his base—you could feel all of him burying deep inside of you—your walls were molding perfectly around him as he pulls you back up off his girth, then slams you back down onto it.

𖤐 "Tokita—Baby! Fuck! D-Don't stop! Please!" You rapidly beg Ohma, and he listens attentively before slamming his lips onto yours that he has been desiring to have his way with. You promptly press your breast up against his chest, letting your lips and tongue passionately lock and clash with his as his hands now shift from your hips to the smooth flesh of your round, plump ass. "Mm—Hnnn~" His thick, bruised fingers spread apart on your asscheeks, then roughly massage the jiggling, thick flesh into the palm of his hands as he forces it to move up-and-down his slick-covered, veiny dick. Adorably, you break the kiss and let your head fall under his chin from the intense pleasure clouding your body, mind, and nerves.

𖤐 "Am I making you feel good..?" He breathlessly asks you as he plants a hand on the back of your head and plays with your short, coily black hair with his calloused, taped fingers. Before you could answer the question, he places the balls of his feet soundly on the floor and teasingly thrusts his hips upwards into you. Your small body shakes above him. You try your best to readjust on top of him, but he thrusts his skilled hips upwards once more while slamming your quivering body down against his harsh thrust. You cry in his inescapable hold—the hold being his left arm now placed onto the top of your head to keep your head on his chest and his right hand still making your lower body fuck yourself on him. "Tell me now. I want to make you feel good..." You nod your head rapidly in his embrace, "Yesss~! Yesss~! You are!"