Can You Make Sub!bts Reaction Of Their Crush Being Jealous Protective Over Them.

Another awesome vid. Laboring with her older kiddos watching then out of nowhere, she collapses back, throws her legs up in the air and delivers her baby.

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needs pt. 03

It's been 10 years, haven't you had enough? Never.

hello! could you write 0T5 TXT when you manhandle them during sex, such as like carrying them and fucking them at the same time 😭😭 I HOPE YOU GET THE IDEA😭😭😭😭 ( inspired of from skz manhandling ff that you wrote! )

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yeonjun already thinks he's gonna love this before he even tries it, so when you offer to do it with him, he gets way too excited. the feeling of your hands on his thighs, holding his legs apart as you fuck him against the wall, has him cumming so fast and so much and he very quickly realises that this position is gonna ruin him every time. but he doesn't complain - if anything, he always wants to be fucked in that position lol. if you did this whilst in front of a mirror? holy fuck, good luck - you're gonna have one messy, whiney baby to deal with.

soobin would find this so hot, especially if you were smaller than him, because he loves the way you have power over him in this position. you are the only thing keeping him up and whilst he definitely sees that as scary at first, he trusts you and soon finds himself unable to think properly after you fuck him against a wall. its the perfect way to shut his mind off after a stressful time at work and he'll always shyly ask for it. expect him to be a big clingy baby afterwards though - he's not letting you go anywhere, lol. (i wrote a fic with this kind of concept here!)

beomgyu gets so giggly and soft when you fuck him whilst carrying him. when he gets really clingy, he loves being fucked like this, and will always end up sobbing from the pure pleasure you give him. its really loving and soft for him because the amount of trust he has to place in you is crazy high, and he just loves that he can put that much trust in you. he loves it, he really does, and he'll choose to be fucked that way when things get a bit too tough for him mentally. you better take care of him😤.

taehyun is gonna be so shocked by this! like not only are you strong enough to carry him, but you're also fucking him whilst carrying him. that's so fucking hot to him and this position ruins him more than any other position, no joke. you've never heard him this whimper-y before and you love it, always finding an excuse to fuck him against a wall, your strong arms keeping him up and safe. he loves it, no joke. it's one of the only ways to make him into a whimper-y little cock whore and he doesn't ever complain.

kai is such a pillow princess to me. whilst he definitely still prefers the pleasure he gets from being laid back and taken care of that way, he can't deny that he loves how you use your strength to fuck him so well, holding him up as you pound into him. his face remains perma-buried in your neck, arms latched around your shoulders, and he will cum so much that its like he's got a pussy and he's squirting all over your cock. this position does that much to him, oml, so you better take advantage of it. just ruin him. its what he wants.

this was bad lol

Keeping a cute boy well behaved, massively pregnant, and unimaginably spoiled is the ultimate goal! Give him his favorite snacks, and belly rubs while reminding him what a good job he's doing is incredibly important, it's what he deserves for holding our babies and being such a good boy, after all. Telling him what a cute little daddy he'll be, and watching him squirm as I promise to make sure he carries a bigger litter every time I breed him is my job 💖

Wife

My Life as the Perfect Wife

I was raised on a farm, learning from my mother and grandmother how to cook, bake, garden, clean, sew, sing, dance, play the piano, write in beautiful cursive, decorate a home, care for a man, raise children, dress in a modest but always stylish and attractive way, with delicately feminine lingerie always underneath my dress, grow my hair long, down to my waist, and wear it swept up in a bun or in a thick, heavy braid, never leave the house without heels and lipstick and a handbag, and keep my figure fit and sensuously supple (as full breasts, slim waists, wide, child-bearing hips, and big round butts run in the family).

I met my husband, my master, my life, my love, when I was nineteen years old. I left school to marry him, after a heady year of courtship, and became his virgin bride. He bought us a lovely little farmhouse in the PNW, and ever since he carried me across the threshold, I’ve never wanted to be anywhere else. I keep the house immaculate for him, and wait by the door with his favorite drink on a little tray for when he comes home. I’m always wearing a beautiful dress, my hair beautifully styled, with a little bit of makeup (as he loves my full lips to be a lusciously dark shade of red). In the air, there’s the smell of a delicious dinner done and ready to serve in the dining room, but only after he’s had a chance to rest a little bit in his favorite chair, enjoying his drink and, often enough, enjoying me.

Of course, I got pregnant almost immediately after our idyllic wedding. And I’ve so loved every moment of my pregnancies, the way my fertile body blossoms into true womanhood, my breasts growing fuller, my hips wider, my butt bigger and rounder. Other than being a very fertile wife to my ever virile husband, there’s been nothing more fulfilling to me than being a mother. For the first decade of our marriage I was almost always pregnant, although I never let it keep me from my wifely duties around the house and to my husband. The children, five in all, three rambunctious boys and two sweet girls, were raised with great love and care, but always my responsibility and never, save for doling out the occasional punishment, something that burdened, distracted, or dazed my husband.

He wakes each morning, often by my lips around his hot, hard manhood, to find I’d already been up and set out his clothes, cleaned and pressed, and prepared a deliciously nutritious breakfast. Sometimes, if we’re alone in the kitchen, he approaches me from behind, as I wash the dishes, grasping my hips, pushing himself lustfully against my shapely bottom, his mere touch enough to make my body quiver in pleasure, and then he takes me right there, so hard and intensely passionate, my skirt pulled up over my hips, my body bent over the sink, my breasts heaving with each thrust, my hair slipping from its well-kept bun and falling about my face and shoulders. Afterward I walk stiff and slightly dazed upstairs to change my panties, his always copious seed leaking out of me and running along the smooth skin of my inner thigh.

Each night I wait for him in our bedroom, my body wrapped in daring lingerie or one of my many gorgeous nighties, nightgowns, peignoirs, chemises, negligees, teddies, basques, or babydolls. Oh, that wicked glint in his eyes, when he enters our bedroom, his usually proper, elegant, and generally modest wife now looking so brazenly sexual, so wantonly aroused, so ready to be claimed and taken however he so chooses, as is his right.

I simply love his every touch, his scent, his strength, and that ineluctable feeling of his manhood so deep inside me, throbbing, pulsing, ready to seed my ripe, fertile womb. Even as we grow older, there’s not a day that doesn’t end without such bliss.

He is my husband, my man, my everything. And I am his perfect wife.

OK, SO THIS IS THE BETTER QUAILTY OF EPISODE 12 BATHROOM SCENE!!!!!

The Dark History of Hospital Births and it's only gotten worse. 🤔