goldenmeat: Something about leather straps always triggered something in him. Normally when we have
goldenmeat: Something about leather straps always triggered something in him. Normally when we have sex, I would usually be the one topping him. He loves having his huge, beast like body being fucked after teasing him thoroughly with my gentle touch…but every now and again, he’ll be in a mood. A very devilish mood. That’s not to say I don’t love the way he looks in them. The way the straps are straining to contain his meaty body, digging into his flesh in just that right way that makes him look even bigger than usual. Not to mention that attitude change; from a dumb, meat head himbo begging for pleasure, to a mischievous brute who revels in the difference in strength. With my limbs tied to the bed, he’ll enjoy using that crop to tenderize my skin, slapping my flat chest, my inner thighs, and sometimes even my leaking hard on. He’ll use his weight to flatten me into the mattress as I’m made to suffocate under his ass cheeks or his sweaty crotch. Sometimes he’ll use his rough hands to squeeze down on my neck with measured control. We’d foreplay in this manner for hours before he would fuck me raw, which by that time my mind would already be fried with how close I was to release, unable to form cogent thought regardless. The crude fucking, the guttural growling, the gross noises made from my ruined ass being filled up…I wouldn’t last long. I never did. I cried out in pleasure as cum would pitifully fly out of my cock, glazing my abs in a layer of cum as he bred me. It’s days like these I kinda wished he’d put the leather straps on more often. -- source link