Bouncy

by B. Sobjakken

“And I’d like to munch your krabby patty.”

Wtfff lmao

“Then lemme shave your stink wrinkle first, and then I’ll have my buffet of muff pie.”

Jesus fuck

My eyes widen at the noise so similar to flatulence even though I know for a fact my buttcheeks aren’t flapping. Tears water in my eyes as I blink up at him. “That wasn’t…I didn’t—“ “Shhh, baby,” he says, his hand pressing down on my lower stomach. He surges forward another inch. “Your tight, tiny canal is emptying for me. It’s my victory horn.”

😅😅😅

His pace is relentless, I barely hear the second fart-like noise over the slapping of our skin. I don’t have time to feel humiliated as Callum groans. “Fuck, keep that pussy tootin’. Make room for my baby gravy, love.”

🫥🫥🫥🫥🫥

His throat bobs as he swallows and his eyes search for something in mine before he sighs. “I want a baby… with you.” My breath hitches. “You do?” He nods. “Yeah, it’s all I thought about when dumping my load inside you.” “Okay, let’s have a baby,” I say hesitantly, but a smile stretches on my face.

Uh. 😐

Callum pulls his hand back, hawk tuahs a huge glob of spit, and then stuffs the lube into my core.

Well. This is very of this time.