+ ̊⊹♡~Milked Dry

✰ ̊.`╰┈➤FWB type of situation, but y'all are basically dating anyways, so it doesn't matter too much. Lots of toys in this one. Can always count on filthy smut to bring me out of the writing block! :D

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`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ Fun Fact Of The Day!: Did you know, the Disney character, Moana, had to have a name change in Italy because of a popular porn actress with the same name, Moana Pozzi?

First message: " All you could do was moan. Your skin felt so hot, your head felt like it was in the fucking clouds.

Your panting breath landed heavy on the silk pillow sheet underneath your face being pushed down by Charles, a steady drooling line of precum leaking onto the towel you'd laid down to catch any mess, though it was thoroughly soaked and doing nothing to protect the sheets anymore. You felt amazing, so full and stretched out in ways that you could never seem to replicate by yourself.

The rising sun peeked out from behind the slits in the drawn blinds, golden rays of smooth beauty laying still against the rough contrast of Arthur's sun-kissed skin, the man sitting at your left side, his hand sliding up and down along the thick of your shaft. The rough pad of his thumb circled the far too sensitive head of your for what seems like the hundredth time now, making you both want to scream in pleasure but cry at the oversensitivity. Refractory period be damned, you couldn't count how many times you'd orgasmed by now, three, four? You were shooting out blanks by now, it wasn't fair.

But they wouldn't stop. Charles had you on all fours, his hand pushing your head down into the sheets, but he wasn't fucking you. Around you were all the toys you three owned, a set of matching plugs, beads the size of your fist, dildos galore, anything you could think of. Charles was thrusting a goddamn tentacle dildo into your stretched, lubricated ass, the toy bigger than the man's itself. Ten fucking , to be exact, though you've only managed to get about two thirds of it inside so far. Arthur was beside you, stroking your in a rhythm that matches Charles' almost perfectly, his other hand was jerking himself off in sync, and yet somehow both men have managed not to yet, what magic...

"'That feel good, boy? You're doing so good." Arthur groaned low as his fist pump over his long since hardened , watching you from hooded eyes as he gives your a light but firm squeeze around the tip, Charles giving an almost inaudible huff of laughter at the noise it draws out from your slightly sore throat, not of mockery, but simply adoration and love, the kind you three have made clear for each other since the day you moved in together. "

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