ok bcs I feel like jj is absolutely the type to get pussy drunk 😜
he can't help but coax multiple orgasms out of you– too lost in the tight squeeze of your warm walls, jugular exposed and vulnerable as his head falls back into guttural a groan. he's animalistic, possessed even, pupils dilated to the side of pennies as his hips continue to drive forward. your mewls boarder on pained, so overwhelmed by the onslaught of pleasure, and he hasn't even cummed yet!
a lot of the time jj ends up accidentally overstimulating you. rubbing your poor lil clit till she's puffy and sore, and your lay spent and breathless on his couch (yes, he loves fucking you on that green, moth-eaten squeaking pile of shit).
don't even get me started on when he goes down on you. the term should be corrected to devouring you. he's like some ravenous beast who stumbled across a waiting meal. rumbling moans and giggles reverberate into the plush skin of your thighs and throbbing clit as he mindlessly babbles about how perfect you taste. hoisting your limp calfs over his shoulders, he doesn't allow any leeway for you to even attempt to wiggle away from his eager tongue. alternating between dipping into your dripping hole and swirling around your outer walls– he loves nothing more than to savour the experience.
you could say he's selfish when it comes to you, but at least he makes an effort with aftercare (wouldn't say he's the best, as that would be either pope or john b). he'll bring you a glass of water, support you as you stumble to the bathroom, massage your boobs if necessary. as the effects of your pussy wears off, beastly jj subsides and he returns to his usual soft-hearted, teasing self. wrapping those burly arms around you as he snuggles into your neck, practically purring as he drifts off into sleep.
sincerely ~ 🦓༝༚༝༚
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