saturated

he lifts up, my face soaked in his seed, my throat sore, blissfully used,

claw marks along his thighs from where my fingers held him to me, suffocating the oxygen from my lungs and swallowing each thrust. 

he rises over me, carefully, lovingly appreciating my painted face. kisses my forehead, wipes my eyes, strokes my cheeks and tastes my lips,

his fingers slip into my begging core, he’s eyes watch mine,

“So beautiful babygirl, you liked that didn’t you? Mmhmm yes I know you did. Cum babygirl, cum for Daddy.”

His eyes speak of his adoration, his mouth tastes of our holy sins, and I cum unglued, soaking his palm… knowing he’s hard and erect again.