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✶ Do you ACTUALLY like me ? you don't do you 。 You liar 。 You don't care about me at all 。 I know you don't 。
that's gay i want a girl to peel my face off of a bathroom stall door.
her entire frame shudders, and an almost unfitting whimper sounds from her while he cleans. her legs close, open, close, open-- a small attempt at relief, nothing to really make her knees quake. she didn't want him to deal with the struggle of a moving target. [+]
" I... I-I'm good... Thanks... " Muttering the words as he stood panting, taking a moment to let go of himself and relax. Calming down from what felt like a rather intense climax. Perhaps it felt intense due to inexperience... He wasn't ready for something like that.
grabbing some monster mangos cuz i cant grab her monster mangos
" fuck it. i don't have anything better to do. " she scratches her chin, looking up at the ceiling. [+]
sometimes if i'm fucked-up enough i sorta feel immortal? and i guess i'd spoil you if it's with stolen shit.
serenacinno made one since people are doing it
just because i'm beautiful doesn't mean i can't think good!
// a billion years ago i wrote jason and it was fun playing a big lumbering freak, plus i used to just throw characters that vaguely fit into dbd settings a lot. maybe, maybe ...
oh, yeah, i mean-- i totally get that, i just usually try to like ... preteeeend i'm normal ? you only have to do it for like, twenty minutes, is the cool part. i can chill for a little.
" mmf, fuck-- your stamina is kinda ass, but at least you cum buckets... wonder why. " she smiled, rubbing it in that that subject matter was on his brain when he came on her. she purred with each rope that drenched onto her back, and made extra care to pull her hair forward. [+]
At this point, he wasn't even fully processing everything she was saying to him. Eyes closing fully as he focused solely on finding release. Stroking faster and faster, hasty movements without any technique. Blind stroking all so finally let go.
" gooood boy ... " she continued to tease herself, slapping at puffy lips, grinding against her fingers the best she could without breaking the stance. her neck cranes, getting the best look at him she can, constantly adjusting locks as to not obscure her vision. [+]
Faster… He just kept stroking his cock faster. Clearly having no concept at what a good pace to go at is. Just aimlessly seeking to give himself as much pleasure as possible. To cum as soon as possible, shoot rope after rope all over her back. Just like she said…
oh, he actually kept at it while he told her all this. he probably couldn't hear it amidst everything else, but there was a soft pitter-patter of her cunt leaking onto the floor. " yeah ? did she ? " she smiled to herself, beginning to brush her messy hair. [+]
Taking to moment to catch his breath, finding a moment of calm the moment she stops eating him out. Though he'd continue to stroke his diminutive length. Turning around slowly, eyes roaming over her back. Rather obviously staring at the large tattoo she had, surprised by it.
" you can tell me some other time. or right now. just since i think people with those kinda issues are more fuckable. " she turns around, going from her knees to a squat. her body curls inwards, and she hugs herself. [+]
At this point he couldn't even manage to use his own hand to chase his pleasure. Shifting just to use a few fingers... He would've overwhelmed himself otherwise. The obscene noises she was making, finding out in real time just how much something like this turned him on.
𝙜𝙡𝙡𝙧𝙠. 𝙨𝙝𝙡𝙡𝙡𝙧𝙥. she knew what she was doing, so she knew when someone was riding the line. like any normal person would... [+]
" I don't doubt she might... " A hushed whisper escaping his lips, not even really catching that he said it out loud. He wasn't one to refute the strangeness of his name. But he would make no mention of his father, seeing as there wasn't anything to say about that anyways.
it slithered further past the sensitive opening, lapping at walls as it sunk further down that cavern. he's lucky she was sober-ish today, doing this with a bout of dry mouth would've been terrible for both parties. [+]
" Y-Yes... It's the name I was born with... " It's not surprising that they might doubt it... Who would name their child that? But it was the truth. Eyes roll back ever so slightly, fighting to keep his eyes open. The lids desperate to shut themselves from stimulation.
" like-- " another lick. this time the muscle prodded at the entrance, tip inserted. " on your birth certificate ? or did you change your name to that 'cuz you wanted to sound cool. it doesn't really work. " her wardrobe consisted of a whole lotta slop you could buy at a spencer's> [+]
" Your clothes- " He wanted to ponder the thought for a moment. Wondering what her wardrobe would look like, especially if it were on him instead. But he doesn't get the chance... Feeling that spike of immediate pleasure course through his body. Causing him to tense up.
" yeah, we should get you in something cuter some day. i bet my clothes would fit okay on you. " it wasn't a high bar, but his ass was bigger than hers, too. part of what motivated her to spread it and gliiiiide her tongue across the crack. [+]
" T-Thank you... " He was rather visibly flustered by her words. Finding this warm fuzzy feeling in his stomach at being called 'Cute'. He preferred hearing something like that over other compliments... Slow idle strokes as his eyes would follow her movements. Curious.
" yeah, that'll work. " so nonchalant. " you're kinda cute when you do that. mostly 'cuz you look like a girl if i squint. " he doesn't have much time to think about the state her body was in, as before long she's behind him, breathing heavy onto the back of his neck. then just his back, then-- +
While it was impossible for him to ignore the scars. They didn't matter all that much to him, not right now at least. Though his expression does show clear concern... " A-Ah. Alright... " Nodding sheepishly, the fingers that lay resting on the tip shift and move. Gliding down.
" hm. " truly, he was the beneficiary of lowered standards. 'decent' faired a lot better when her other relationships couldn't even get it up. she's fiddling with her own clothes, taking them off and-- jesus that's a lotta scars. " touch it for me. "
( Looking left... Looking right... ) ( Shifting, fidgeting with his clothes... ) If it'll make you feel better...
i'm just saying i'd feel way better if someone whipped their dick out in front of me
yeah, but-- how's sobriety treating you? could at least be kinda fun.
Oh. No- I... I'm not, interested in uh... Being anything but sober. It doesn't end well.
" yeah, keep doing that. " in a sense, the request was granted. emily moved to dana's side, leaned in, and-- spat down the desperate maw presented to her. a hand paused its vicious groping to cup the quivering 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵's face. " swallow it. "
The woman naturally began to move again, a moan stifled through attempted speech but to no veil. She leaned her weight against the one behind her, tilting her head backwards to stick her tongue out, as if silently asking for some oral contact between them.
" i usually am, if you're pretty. " the tips of her thumbs circle the hardened crowns that adorned the woman's rack. naturally, emily's eyes draw towards the length between dana's legs, watching it stiffen-up again without any direct stimulation. cute . . . " i'm good at that, too. "
“Ah..you’re getting quite touchy..” The touch makes Dana instinctively twitch, causing the dildo to rub against her walls. Nipples hardening more than before. “Making me horny again.”