Falling Asleep On Your Soft Breasts, No Matter The Size As Long As He Felt The Heat Coming From Your

falling asleep on your soft breasts, no matter the size as long as he felt the heat coming from your body warm him up while holding onto you.

You knew he would get like this so instead of getting after him for enjoying himself, you would accept your fate and opened your arms out for him. He had the biggest smile you had seen all day coming from him, couple minutes later after finally getting comfortable you feel him let out a loud sigh, “mmm needed you all day, baby.”

“You feeling better already?” You fell his head nod onto your body while he rubs small circles on your arm, locking eyes with his medium wet hair— forgetting he had showered when he got home—grabbing onto the shiny soft hair.

He sinks into your touch after a couple seconds, “that feels so good, ‘fucking love your head scratches, mamas.” You feel your face heat up from the nickname but continue to softly scratch his scalp with your freshly new set of acrylic set he paid for. He feels himself drift off to sleep while rubbing his head against your clothed chest.

forehead kisses are so healing i need a million

i need to be kissed. pin me against a wall and kiss me like i’m the love of your goddamn life and you didn’t think you’d ever find me

when lazy kissing gets intense with that deep breath and hip pull

“Like this…” he added softly, guiding your fist up and down his length. “I like pressure…” he added with a small hum, squeezing his hand around yours to create enough pressure that his head nearly fell back. “Not too fast, but not to show.” the drag of your soft fingers along his cock had his throat constricting, your hand was a world of a difference when in comparison to his. It was smaller, it was softer, warmer, just a little gentler, and fuck did it glide perfectly. 

“I like to play with the tip…” he mumbled, watching your lips part further when you mewled for him. He guided your fingers around the dull head of his cock, he let go for a moment to give you free reign. You took the initiative to massage the head gently, running your thumb along his slit and collecting the shiny precum that spilled from it. You enjoyed the groan that seemed to vibrate Nanami’s chest as you did so, more precum spilling from the tip as you toyed with him.

thinking abt grinding against clothed dick ... the friction of the fabric rubbing ... how hard it would be under me ... lifting up and seeing the lil wet spot where i was ... yeah

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