Jacked Up

by Latrexa Nova

I am but a saddle, not even an animal for her to ride but only a mount to spend my days pressed between her legs.

Certified munch behavior

“Cry all you want, beloved,” I tell her, kissing away the droplets. “I will kiss them all away.”

“Didn’t you ever hear that curiosity killed the cat? You should have asked first, little devil. Now my knot is swelling and I have to fuck you before it gets too big for you to take.”

This is a rutting, not a romance.