Little Rabbit

"Yeah, fucking right. Keep on bouncing like that. M'gonna tear this pussy right up," Joel grins, triumphant smirk as he watches your pussy cream and convulse all because of him. His thick, condomless smooth member just making you lose it, ravaging your micro sensitive spots with every pump. "Gonna mold you to take this cock. Mm, feels delicious on me, baby."

Your ass doesn't seem to ever lose momentum, rising all the way up off his lap until just his tip is inside—teasing, wiggling all over it before slamming your pussy right back down. Loud squelching comes from both your pelvis' joining together, the stringy wet spurts making a mess all over. Joel's fingers are covered in it, your thighs combined are fucking smeared in it. He could close his eyes for the rest of this fuck and just listen to every thrust inside, could cum so hard so easily from the noises alone. The sound of your breath, the way you pant on top. Don't even get him started on the movement of those hips on him, your pussy, that heavenly grip swallowing his girth.

"Daddy's having so much fun, honey girl. Ffffuck, oh keep clenchin' down on this thick cock. Yeah, take it—take what you need. My greedy, slutty little rabbit."

You whine and speed up, aggressive hips sliding and zig-zagging to claim every inch. He gasps when your legs start to shake and pussy drooling out another beautiful gush, splashing his dick and staining his curly hairs.

"Mmmm, I feel that pussy losing control. C'mere, daddy's gonna take over n' finish us off."

His grippy long legs worm around your thighs, trapping you down to the bed and onto his cock. Thrusts everything he can inside you, taking over to control the tempo. Those hands find your hair and gently give it a good yank, watching your slick build up on his base.

"My pretty little flesh light, always on this dick making a mess."

You can't turn around, but you feel him drag a finger from your labia to your ass, gathering up a trail of the cream. Hear his gruff hums while he pops the finger in his mouth. Drives his cock to sheath all the way inside, feeling both snug against your ass and smooshed into your guts.

"Close, close, daddy's gonna—gonna make me—"

"Mmhm. Cum on your fucktoy, c'mon. Squeeze all over daddy."

His pumps become sloppy, wet thrusts getting deeper and lazier as he feels your helpless tight walls soaking him with every push in. You answer his prayers, jolting back as while your pussy lips drooled around him like a geyser, explosive shockwaves interrupting.

Joel chuckles and shushes her outlandish cries, grippy pussy unleashing the tension around him.

"Yeahhhh, I know little rabbit. Just ride it out on me. Love how happy I make this beautiful pussy."

He feels lost when he spares another good look down. Taking the sight in. Connecting himself to you over and over.

The warning he spews is half assed, barely on time before ripping himself out. His cock slaps against his belly button, throbbing with every ripple of cum painting your ass and your lower back. He deliriously watches on as you wiggle back and forth some more on him, catching every glob. He knows how much you love his loads, how somehow it didn't matter if he hadn't cum in an hour or a day or a week—he could cum buckets.

By the time he's finally emptied and all done, catching his breath and groaning his voice hoarse—his spend is slathered all over your backside, a lewd shot of the claim he's stuck on you. As if your body was an uncharted discovery, something to nail his flag into.

"Milked me dry, baby."

You sinfully peak back to eye him behind you before grabbing the base and sinking down onto him one last time, marinating in the sticky fullness.

"Oh fuck," he utters, choking as he stops you with a forceful hand on a cheek.

"Can't do that little rabbit. That's how babies are made." he rasps. Like it pains him to say.

Gently sliding back out, he pulls your body up on his stomach, uncaring of the sticky remanents getting everywhere as he slips in two of his fingers as a substitute. Pacifying you. Lets you glide yourself smoothly down his digits, still craving the closeness and stimulation from him. As he's spreading more of your combined mess around, he scissors them deeper down as you slide further downc nudging his knuckles.

"Shh, I know. Feels good having it inside, don't it?" he murmurs. Licks his lips and continues studying you, your little facial expressions melting.  "Someday baby, we'll make love bare again, and I'll pump you so full then plug it all up. We won't leave the bed 'til we know every last load that goes in gets you nice and full with my baby, or two."