you were needy. needier than normal. the thought of baji’s fat dick inside your wet cunt plagued your mind like a disease and you need to live out the fantasy. baji, on the other hand, was not having a good day. he was stressed, to say the least, and while he always wants to make you feel good, the thought wasn’t sitting in his head. that was till you started whining out his name and begging for him to please you… maybe you could help relieve some of that stress.
“daddy!” you squeal, cunt grasping around his cock as you slide down, pressing your palms flat against his strong chest. “s-so big… oh, god!”
he groans, watching how his perfect lil pussy is swallowing his cock whole. “gonna make daddy feel good, baby?” he questions, though it’s rhetoric. he knows you will, there hasn’t been a single day where you haven’t made him feel like he’s on cloud nine.
you nod, letting a high pitched moan once bottoming out. you toss your head back and claw at his pecs. baji’s hands smooth over the sides of your waist, squeezing ever so gently. he hums, thrusting into you and relishing in the way you cry as he stirs up your insides.
“get to movin,’ pretty, i don’t got all day,” he says, softly, tracing feathery circles into the skin. “gotta get back to work in a lil.” he smiles at the frown growing on your face.
you sniffle, words slightly slurred as you grind and grind into him while purposefully tightening around him every once in awhile, “feel’s good?” it’s meek, craving his validation and praise.
he hums, eyes fluttering closed as his lips part to speak, “mhm… feels fuckin’ perfect, baby… exactly what i needed.”
