contains black female reader, lowercase intended, pet names, spit, oral, male masterbation, orgasm. minors don't interact
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a man like seth is filthy rich. think about it, the expensive threads that adorn his body, arrogance personified, a distinguished taste for a man that would never settle for less.
yet he had his secrets, with a doting wife, and a beautiful child the charmed life was boring. a stale reminder of normalcy that upset him every day and night.
seth wasn't the "seeking" he was sought after. so he didn't label himself as a sugar daddy. he would never relate to the older men who spent copious amounts of money on any pretty young thing, and he certainly wouldn't pay for sex yet he couldn't describe his relationship with you.
he was a terrible man but you were his angel, his weakness served up on a silver platter. he would move mountains for you. relishing in the ease of communication and natural attraction you had to offer.
frequently he took leave for his business trips which just meant spending time with his pretty girl and cancelling anything that didn't involve your sweet pussy and now was no different.
seth's eye level with your clothed pussy. admiring the lace and pink ribbons of your thong he would buy ten times over just to see you in them.
your white toes sink deeper into the leather couch of the dressing room as the fabric of the thong clings to your slimy folds, mere arousal from his face being so close to your core. a distracting throb follows waiting in anticipation for him.
he's content between your plump thighs the smell of shea butter and remnants of baby oil hardening his dick. his fingers tease your dripping folds the thong easily swallowing up your eager pussy.
"stop teasing." your voice falters slightly a moan escaping at the end. he concedes by taping the plump of your ass, a signal that you know all to well bringing your pussy to his mouth.
"patience babygirl." he whispers more to himself moving your panties to the side as you whimper at the feeling of his tongue easily finding your clit swirling around the sensitive bud.
in seconds his spit mixes with your cream both liquids wetting his beard and chin. you unconsciously rock your hips the arch of your back deepening as you bounce your ass.
up and down the jiggle of your ass moves like water engulfing his nose while his tongue slides in and out of your cunt. your slick coats your thighs a trail drooling out of your pussy that seth laps up.
you're making quite the mess.
"you're so good at this." is all you can manage losing count of how many times his tongue flicks your clit his mouth suckling your folds like a man starved.
by now you've lost your balance, seth's toned arms holding up your chubby frame by your thighs, he isn't saying much just humming into your little pussy for fun.
"ride my face... such a good girl... make yourself cum." is what you can decipher through your own drunk mind. crying out in ecstasy at the small bites you feel on your clit.
in this moment he could suffocate a happy man just knowing that you get off from him and only him, and indeed you do cum when you feel your stomach clench.
a wave of "oooh's and ahhh's" falling from your brown lips. hips thrashing wildly as seth greedily swallows all you have to offer from your other pair of lips. fisting his own erection and spilling out into his hand with a groan that your pussy muffled.
you could never feel bad about your relationship with him not especially because he keeps coming back.
