𝘾𝙃𝘼𝘿.

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗠𝗘𝗘𝗞𝗦-𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗡 — 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙚 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳.

once you go black… well, you fuckin’ know the rest. xitter.cf/daddybig1233/status/21…

|| need to bimbofy a hudson williams fc fr.

the fuck are you waiting for?

tough guy over here.

boyfriend material.

where the PAWBS at?

— won’t make ‘em my girlfriend if the first date doesn’t end like this.

/ chad usually tops, but i’d kill for a richie to dominate him.

— bruh, stop calling ‘em tits. chad’s got the pecs of a god.

chad’s looking up at his boy with damn near hearts in his eyes. returning the kiss eagerly, dumbstruck grin spread across his face. yeah? then you should take what belongs to you.

taking the nipple in his mouth, cheeks hollowing out as he sucks harshly, before darting up to plant a kiss across the blonde’s mouth. you claimed my dick just as much, baby. that’s your fuckin’ dick, your damn property.

you didn’t have to do all that for me, baby — you own this cock. you know that. not that i mind . . . kissing down across his body, hands sliding up to squeeze those massive, feminine tits together. licking a stripe between his pink nipples eagerly. god, i love my wifey.

one hand groping a thigh, while the other palms at his chest. kissing into his neck, licking a stripe across it. there’s my good lil’ PAWB.

don’t be like that, baby. be a good girl and greet me properly. patting his lap & waving him over.