“keep these legs closed tight, baby,” simon whispers, helping you push your weak legs together.
his cock impales you with ease, your gummy walls sucking him in to your hot, wet pussy. he shudders as he pushes deeper, his tip kissing your cervix so perfectly. your fat cheeks squish against his pelvis with each thrust, the smack of your skin echoing throughout the room.
your face is pressed into your pillow, a small wet stain in the cotton fabric from your tears of pleasure. his lips graze your ear, nippling on your lobe, your focus bouncing between your quickly approaching orgasm and the way his stomach feels pressing into your lower back, filling the curve with his chub.
"y'r so fucking wet, lovie. keep slippin' right out," simon breathes against your ear, hand reaching down between your bodies to grab his cock, thrusting against your puckered hole, his fat tip threatening to slide right in. he notices the way you gasp, your hands gripping the sheets, hips lifting slightly to allow him access to you. huffing a laugh, he slowly pushes into your pussy, groaning as each groove suffocates his cock in pure ecstasy.
“you want it, huh?” he asks, voice ragged, pushing himself up just enough that he can rest on his knees. his huge hands grip your cheeks, pulling them apart to expose you entirely. he gathers some spit in his mouth before dropping it onto your hole, rubbing it in circles with his thumb.
your body twists with an intense cry, shocked by the sudden new sensation, “mmph, si! that feels so good.”
he had never touched you like this before and it felt so fucking good. his cock bullying its way into you, his body weight pushing you deeper into the mattress. your mind spins, attempting to focus but its blank, your thoughts swirling with simon’s thumb as he teases your little asshole.
“gonna cum-“ you whine, so overwhelmed you feel dizzy. there’s sweat covering every inch of your body, the soft sheets sticking to your skin. simon pushes deeper, his tip ramming against the spongey patch in your walls, nearly fucking you into oblivion. he’s mumbling jumbles of nothing to you, or maybe it makes sense but you can’t even think when you’re gripping him so tight, orgasm washing over you like a wave.
“mm- fuuuck! s’ fucking tight-“ simon moans, following closely behind. your walls are so puffy, swollen with arousal and from the abuse his cock had been putting you through for the last 20 minutes, so drenched in your own wetness and cum that it’s seeping out into your inner thighs.
he’s pussydrunk, so fucking close to coming but an idea pops in his mind, withdrawing from you slowly. the sudden emptiness makes you whimper, only wanting to be filled up by his cum.
“how bout i fuck this pretty little ass, huh, baby?” simon asks, his tip nudging against your puckered hole, glistening at him, ready to be fucked.
“wait-“
“shh…” he hushes you, “i’ll make it feel good, promise.”
