Anonymousbreeder - Who's Your Daddy?

Owned in Every Way: The Intimacy of Missionary

When I take you in missionary, it’s not just about dominance—it’s about possession. My weight presses you into the bed, my hands keep you exactly where I want you, but it’s your eyes I claim the most. No turning away, no hiding—just you, fully open, fully mine. Every thrust reminds you who you belong to, and in that moment, there is no escape… only surrender.

You can't touch your wife without her permission. Meanwhile, her being a total cock drunk bitch on my lap.

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Don't you fucking move. Just stay....right....there.

Good girl.

I'd start with a slight tap on your cheeks before pulling you in for a vigorous kiss, your hands exploring my chest and abs as you move south till you reach my prominent bulge, you frantically tugging on my belt to release the cock from the restraining clothes.

Finally, you got it out. All hard and throbbing, one strong move makes you fall on your knees and open wide for me. Will you be a good girl?

Just lying here, waiting… Wondering what you’d do if you were next to me right now

Excellent deadlift form ✅️

The reason why men prefer missionary

Babygirl, here's a cute role-play idea ✨️

Let's pretend you're the moon and I'll be your Armstrong on a mission to explore your slutty craters till you're a pretty little wet mess begging to be dicked hard.

As the tip of my cock rests against your cervix gently inside your tight ovulating pussy, a strong, deliberate final thrust sends the thick, velvety cum surging inside. The cervix opens up ever so slightly, for you to embrace the warmth of the filling as each load of potent semen from the throbbing cock overloads your uterine, till it's full. But then—too much. A sudden loss of control. The pressure builds, and when I finally pull out, the excess cum follows, spilling in a slow, indulgent stream of our mixed cum from your pretty quivering pussy. It glistens as it pools onto the bedsheet, a creamy, decadent mess—more than you intended, but oh, so tempting.

And just as your mind struggles to piece itself back together, I press a gentle kiss to your forehead—a final seal on this perfect breeding session.