I CAST BOOP AT 9TH LEVEL

SMUT STARTERS Threesome Edition

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She was trying her best to hold back, it was obvious from her facial expressions and the way she let out low whines from the back of her throat. His lips attached to the bottom of her ear made Noelle let out a cry right into his ear, head turned so her forehead would press against his temple, nose brushing through the locks of his dark hair, his scent was clouding her judgment further more.

She wanted to say something, anything, but her ability to speak was taken from her after he told her she can let go. And it was as if by command, Noelle reached her high - all of her muscles contorted for a few short moments, tight walls pulsated around his thrusting big cock, the sensation was overwhelming and it made her feel like she was even tighter as he hit her deep right into the spot that drove her insane.

Noelle's hands tangled in his dark locks, keeping him close and pressed against her slim figure, afraid to let go. It felt like she might fall apart if so, and he was keeping her whole. The lustful cries and moans got a tad bit higher when she could sense his cock twitch as he buried it deep inside, it was a whole new feeling, the one she was sure would break her to pieces - he was going to cum, Noelle thought to herself. "Make me yours, Daddy... cum inside of me."the petite girl pleaded in a desperate tone in his ear. @xenophiliarp

Hector groaned as she encase him with her legs, a little cold, but quickly warming him with her body heat. Then with her telling him to cum inside of her too, it just itched that primal part of his brain that it was everything he could have wanted.

He had almost no control over himself with his hard, shallow thrusts, he panted like little more than a tired animal as his cock throbbed, buried inside of her completely. His hair stood on end as the cool air ran over his hot skin, he was busy kissing every inch of her he could reach, chest, shoulders, neck, and so tenderly kissing her on her lips. It lewdly escalated to him slipping his tongue in her mouth, he just had to taste her.

“Fuck,” he voiced, briefly breaking the kiss before aggressively pressing back against her, licking her lips and even nipping at them with his teeth. “You’re so tight babygirl,” he said shamelessly, his cock still rock hard despite the reach of his climax, he felt a little dizzy, but he was still buried inside her, lightly thrusting to make sure his cum stayed put and lingered. “God it’s so bad that I want to put a baby in this cute tummy of yours.” He mused aloud, eying the bulge of his cock beneath her stomach. “Would you be a good little girl and carry daddy’s baby, Noelle?” @utterxdesires

The moment he finally let go of her throat Inez inhaled so sharply her throat hurt even more than while he squeezed at it. The skin where his fingers pressed hard felt so sore and itchy, and she could barely swallow the spit, but her lips were parted and fought to take in as many breaths as possible in case he decides to cut her air supply again. Blinking fast a couple of times, Inez felt a tear running from corners of her eyes which helped her clear the vision. He was working on exposing more of his skin to her and damn, there was a lot to see under the sleek professor outfit.

But the way he pressed into her, making her nearly scream at how deep he was buried, making her stomach bulge, was making her lose it. Oh she was going to feel him for days, weeks even, once he's done with her.

And then he asked her the crucial question that would determine in which direction the rest of this encounter will go in. It was hard for Inez to speak up, making her believe her vocal cords have been squished for too long, it felt like she wasn't able to speak due to having a sore throat, a bad case of cold. A loud gasp did part her lips further when he ripped at her dress; that would make it a fun trip out of his office... The petite girl closed her eyes and cried out in series of moans as he pressed against her firmly, his big cock buried so deep she was sure he was pushing at her organs. A hand ran up the back of his neck and through his hair while he gave attention to her poor little neck and Inez gave him a nod. "I... I ---- good. Will be... good..."she barely managed to let out in a hoarse tone. @xenophiliarp

“Then I suppose I can give you a passing grade, Inez,” he chuckled as he leaned down, hand to the side of her neck to keep her still so he could kiss her deeply. He ran his tongue along her lips, then forced between them to twirl against hers.

“You had better start kissing me back though, little girl, or I’ll have to cum inside you to teach you a lesson.” Given how her pussy was struggling to accommodate his thrusts of his fat cock, he’d definitely need to mark it and claim it, flood it full, damning the consequences.

“This pussy’s so tight though I might just have to breed you so you know who you belong to.” His hand was back around her throat, gripping threateningly now, with a twitching clench that mocked how her pussy clenched around his cock as he fucked her. “You want me to wreck your little ass, but your pussy squeezes me so tight when it thinks I’ll pull out.” But he liked taking long thrusts, almost pulling out, then stuffing her all the way to the base. This way she’d really feel it in every spot she had the room to be stretched out in.

He breathed against her supple lips and smirked, holding himself unmoving now, buried to that hilt of well kept trimmed and shaved display, just letting her feel all the pleasure or discomfort of having a thick cock of his size remain filling her completely. He wondered if he was in her womb like this, or squashing it like a grape. All just really a secret ploy to let himself cool down, he was throbbing and anything might just set him off at this point. @utterxdesires

“I don’t even remember when I last relaxed,” she admitted. “When did we last go out?” Spending time with him was the easiest way for her to let loose. She wasn’t exactly sure why or how, but she wasn’t going to fully analyze things. Clark made her happy, and she didn’t care for the MILF and sugar mommy comments. A part of her liked that particular kink, which was something she hadn’t touched upon with him yet.

She took the box of glazed doughnuts with her, two bottles of Perrier tucked under her arm. She handed the box to him first and sat down on the couch next to his propped up leg, so she could lean back against him. Once she gave him his bottle of sparkling water, she opened hers and took a few sips, closing her eyes and moaning as the cold trickled down her throat and soothed her further. “Think you can give me a massage? Might need it before the knots start forming on my shoulders again.”

“I think it was probably a couple weeks ago,” he replied earnestly after giving it a small moment to tumble about his cranium for the answer. He took the water and set it down, he wanted something bubbly but was trying to cut out sugars to see if it’s help him lose a couple extra pounds or if it was one of those bogus trends. “Just come here and relax, baby,” he put his hardly considered comfortable temperature hands on her warm skin.

She smelled sweet, fruity, he preferred it to the overbearing floral scents, taste too. Nothing made him want to kiss her more than lips that tasted of strawberries or cherries. So when she smelled like it, like the present case he hummed, lightly mapping out her neck and shoulders, “Does it hurt at all anywhere or just kinda sore?” He could feel the tension in her, either generally or about their anniversary, while he didn’t want her to be stressed about it, it was good, meant she didn’t want to mess up. Him either.

He just rolled his hands up and down her shoulders as he waited for her answer. Under the blouse, and her bra strap too, he wasn’t looking, but it could have just been the seam of her blouse, he couldn’t tell. She was warm to the touch of his cold fingers. If she wasn’t faced away from him he’d probably be kissing her right now. Which reminded him he hadn’t kissed her yet today, if he asked if he could would that be too silly? Was she wearing a flavor she knew he liked for their not yet anniversary? He put the thought away. It was silly and he was making a big deal out of it. @siiinfully

She loved how excited he got over something most people would consider simple. Lois couldn’t help but giggle and shake her head to reassure him that it was anything but silly, though it was his sudden sullenness over her declaration at returning to work that surprised her. And, quite frankly, it pleased her to know that there was still someone out there who cared how long or how little she spent at work. Like they preferred to spend as much time with her while giving her the freedom to pursue what she was passionate about. It almost made her want to extend her vacation, maybe go to Florida with Connor for a week, but she wasn’t sure if they should.

“I know. But I’ve been putting it off for a while now. I just…” she sighed. She’d promised herself that she wouldn’t talk about her previous relationship with Connor’s dad if she could help it, but there was no other way she could excuse her decision to return early. “…I need something to distract me, Connor. If I stay home for too long, I’ll think of him. And I don’t think either of us needs to deal with me bawling and sniffling the entire day. It’s not fair to you.”

Maybe he was too young to understand, but a part of her selfishly hoped that he did. Lois did think that she and Clark would be together forever. Her entire mindset had been geared to having that future with him, so to have that rug yanked out from under her was disconcerting to say the least. At least he wasn’t giving her updates whether he had moved on and was starting dating something; Lois knew she was strong, but hearing of his dating life so soon after their separation would be too much, even for someone like her.

“I want to forget. But I know it won’t be easy.” It was looking like talking about it had been a wrong decision because she started to tear up. Lois had kept her emotions in for so long, bottling them up until now, now that they had been given a tiny opening, they were spilling forth. Not wanting to subject Connor to it, she quickly stood up and excused herself, eager to get away from him before she started bawling her eyes out, the easiest way to express how heartbroken she still was.

Finding herself alone, she took several shuddering breaths to try and calm herself, though she ended up with her legs bent at the knee, her knees tucked under her chin. She hated turning dinner into such an emotional affair, and she wanted to apologize to Connor once she was calm and not sobbing as hard as she was.

It really wasn't fair for him, because what was he supposed to say to her now? That he wanted to be the one at home with her? That she could think of him instead all she wanted? What a meta thought, how he blushed toying with it, thinking of her thinking of him in her personal time, what would she even be doing--

"I--" He was still figuring parts out himself out too, if he was supposed to become Superman, then wouldn't he have to be the same? If he were the same it would be impossible for her to forget. He hardly noticed her get up, start away from the table, from him, because he'd gotten up and followed laggardly behind her much like a lost little dog with big blue puppy eyes. "I--" he stopped when she disappeared from his view.

He could hear her, one of his fairly invasive powers he inherited was super hearing, and he could hear how upset she was. He wanted to do something for her, prove himself, but he couldn't think of much that wouldn't be something silly and grandiose akin to Kal, so maybe he should do something he wasn't here to do.

Conner picked up the dirtied dishes, and he was unmotivated to eat the remaining food, and washed them clean. Give her time. He could at least do that. And then this. He filled up a glass with water and a spot of ice in it as well and went to her room. Knocked lightly on the door. "Lois? Are you all right?" He didn't pause for an answer before he asked his next one, he knew that one was a bit invasive and obnoxious cause clearly she wasn't all right, but this next despite it quieter, was still a bit inappropriate, "May I come in?" @siiinfully