Monster Fucker This, Monster Fucker That. What If I Want A Monster RELATIONSHIP Huh?! Monster HAND HOLDING,

an evening bath

an apple a day keeps the doctor bent over and moaning for more

They should make maid cafes for people with priest kinks

getting crushed in-between heavy and medic. call it a sandvich-[GUNSHOTS]

sorry for giggling so much while you're trying to fuck me i'm just excited

you know i thought i was being different by drawing medic in this reverse playboy bunny costume, but a friend informed me that people draw old men wearing this all of the time. i can't anything.

yeah bro it's a character study. the 2 thousand words of blowjob is vital to the study of the character

Oral

Anatomy is his specialty. He's incredible with his hands, but he's truly a force of something powerful and dangerous with his mouth, with his tongue. He knows just the right kind of pace to tease you relentless in his edging, the pads of his fingers along your inner thighs only more overwhelming as his hands hold you still, his grasp warm and firm. His touch is everything yet not enough all at once, and you're practically chasing every ounce of it you're given.

In his teasing, he is desperate for it, for your taste, for your pleasure. He's always been vocal during sex, but there's something to the sounds that leave him when he takes you in his mouth; how he moans when he gets that first instance of your taste, how he breathes something between a grunt and a whimper as he shifts to take more of you, the vibrations of his sounds only making your own desperation for him grow.

His hands grip your thighs, lifts you just enough to grant him the angle to give you more; he's practically begging you to fuck his face, to ride him completely and utterly breathless. Your warning that you're close only has him doubling down his efforts, his fingers fucking into you as he pulls back only for a breath of a moment, lips still ghosting against you as he tells you to come for him. When he takes you back in his mouth, your hands card through his hair as you press him closer to you, your release one that hits you hard.

Your moans nearly drown out his own as he takes you, as his hold shakes in the overwhelming rush of pleasure. It's only when you lightly tug him back that he lifts himself to breathe, as his hooded gaze meets your blissed out expression. Your release coats his lips, his chin…a deep flush runs down along his chest, something that nearly takes your breath away, the sensation only growing when you catch sight of the cum spattered along his abdomen; he'd come just from the taste of you.

There's no way I could mention this in the post about them on my main, but genuinely the way these are ALSO the men who made me realize I have a hierophilia kink.