BABYDOLL 𖤐 bunny iglesias

“Jugosa.” Juicy.

Bunny’s mouth is a profane shape against her own, whispering filthy promises of pure, unadulterated passion in between kisses. Swiping his tongue against her lower lip, he forces her mouth to part for him, swallowing each moan with a heated fervor and chasing after the next kiss whenever she pulled away to gasp for air because he was too much.

Since he was a boy, Bunny moved through the world carrying it in his bones. Too much. He was too loud, the rare sound of his laughter booming in a room. Too big, his limbs like the branches of a great oak constantly a threat to doorframes and personal space. Too intense, his melancholy moods like a storm surge, impossible to contain.

“Nena,” he pants against her neck, his nose bumping against the curve of her cheek as he breathes her all in. “Dios. You’re driving me crazy. Listen to how greedy your pussy is.”

Squelch.

She’s already squirming, an aborted sob leaving her lips. But she cannot go anywhere, not while he had her pulled snug against him, his forearm resting just beneath her collarbones. A chokehold; her complete surrender while rendered immobile, her back sealed to his chest while her arms were left gripping uselessly at the iron bar of his arm. All her softness a maddening contrast against his hardness.

“Right here,” he groans, a deep and guttural sound. “You’re so wet, nena. So snug around my fingers, do you like this?” His other hand rests between her legs, cupping the fat mound of her pussy, three fingers already stuffed knuckle-deep past soft pink folds. “Vinga, digues-me.” Come on, tell me.

“Feel it?” Bunny continues, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear, twisting his fingers to open her up wider. “You’re so small, I could hold you like this forever. Keep fucking you open on my fingers until it’s nice and loose for my cock to just slide in.”

Every whimper from her lips sends a twitch straight to his balls, urging him to replace his fingers already. Give her something thicker to stuff that drooling cunt. The image of it flashes in his mind, those pink lips stretched obscenely around his cock, a ring of white smearing around its girth. Her pussy struggling to take him in. Merda!

Bunny had to pause and take a deep breath to steady himself, his arm trembling as he fought the overwhelming urge to just push in.

When she’s trembling, on the edge once more, he pulls back with a wet pop. “Té, gusta’n,” Here, taste it, he whispers, bringing his soaked fingers to her mouth. “That’s your sweet hole begging for me.”

“You think you’re ready?” Bunny asks, stroking her tongue with the rough pads of his fingers. “Can your tight little pussy take it? I want words, princesa. I’m trying, but I’m not a mind reader.”

Bunny stills his motions, giving her a moment to answer amidst her nerve-wrecking pleasure. “Or are you still scared it won’t fit?” He teases, a warm chuckle leaving his lips.

The hitch in her breath was answer enough for him.

“Nena,” he placates, pulling his fingers out of her mouth to cup her chin, gently and turn her face towards him. “It’s just me. My body isn’t going to magically change size. You know? Here.”

His grip around her adjusts, looser now, his free hand taking hers to guide it down, down, down and between his legs. “Toca-ho,” Touch it, he whispers, letting her hand rest against the heat of him pressed against her thigh. And God, he was thick — her fingers barely met around the girth of him. That thick cock that spanned almost the full length of her thigh. “It’s not an invasion. It’s not too much. It’s just me, and I won’t hurt you.”

Bunny’s mouth finds hers again, searing heat pressing against her neck. “Do you trust that?” Searching her eyes, he waits, a slow smile spreading on his lips. “Then trust me again: it will fit, nena. Now be good for me. Això és.” That’s it.