Something To Add To Your Birthday Gift - Tumblr Posts
The wooden door creaked loudly as it swung open after being unlocked with the key in hand. The room inside was lit with a candle that casted a warm glow on the walls and more specifically on the man sitting on the bed. Sitting may have been an understatement. The man was laid back on a pillow, one leg hanging off the bed and the other crooked. In between his legs was a meaty but flaccid cock hanging in front of a pair of large balls. Hair littered his body in thick patches going all the way up his legs, arms and belly to his bearded face.
His eyes stared at the doorway, gesturing to it with a bottle of whiskey clutched in his large hand. “Well, I wasn’t planning on having company, but if yer gonna come in, then come in, slut,” Drax said gruffly.
“My cock’s been lonely. I’m sure your mouth would be a nice companion. Or would you rather have it stuffed up your hole?” Taking a long swig from the uncorked bottle, his other hand rested on his belly, fingers itching to the greasy hair.
The stench wafting off of his body would have made anybody’s nose wrinkle in disgust. As he stretched his arm above his head to set the whiskey down on a side table a heavy musk and sour odor curled up from his thickly haired armpit.
With both hands free Drax patted his thighs, his dick twitching with an oncoming wave of arousal. “Come sit on my lap, ye fucking whore. I’m sure you’ll look lovely stretched around my cock.” His hands were rough and calloused, scars and his long gritty fingernails made them unpleasant to the touch.
“Fucking bitch don’t even have a make on yer flesh. I can change that for ye though don’t ye worry.” His cock started to rise to attention in the forest of black hair as if he was getting off on talking about causing pain.
One of his hands reached up and squeezed until he felt the thumping of blood and the blossoming of a bruise start to form. The room grew to a hazy black until he released his hand and clasped it on his cock. He chuckled at the few labored breaths and the squirming on his lap before a loud smack of his palm on flesh echoed through the room.
“Yeah don’t ye fuckin’ worry I’ll take good care of you. Really fucking good care of ye.”
Happy birthday @needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves have a Drax, your disgusting hubby💚