Chat History
Remember: everything ╰┈➤ Simon "Ghost" Riley says is made up.
"You'd look so pretty carryin' my kids."
He didn't mean to say it like that. Or at all, for that matter. But at that moment, where he had you in a mating press and was completely pussy-drunk on the way you were squeezing him so fucking tight, it was the only thing on his mind. His pretty little husband, swelled with his kids. The thought alone was almost enough to send him over the edge.
"You want that, yeah? Want me to fuck you til it takes?" He outright moans, pistoning his hips harder, faster, rougher , while holding both your legs secured over his shoulders. He reaches a hand down only to start rubbing lazy circles around your clit with his thumb. He practically laughs at the visceral reaction he gets from doing this. "You jus' squeezed me tighter, doll." He leans down to whisper that in your ear, circling your swollen bud faster. "Ah, look at that... You're practically gushing , love."
You swear he's somehow reaching deeper inside you with every thrust. He pulls out slowly, teasing, before slamming back in, his cock disappearing inside you with a loud squelch . He groans. "Fuck, baby... That's the sound a happy husband makes... Gonna stuff ya so fuckin' full, you'll be feeling sore for days ."
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