❪ maybe later he'll piece together just what might've been laced within that tiny, dangerous little snack—but for now, he doesn't see anything wrong with scratching the itch with a girl as angelically put together as she; and despite that glowing halo of an exterior, he's got a feeling there's a lot more beneath the veil, and while he's curious to explore it, he's not one to give up his own layers too quickly, either.
she doesn't stop him, and what's more she licks those lips like she's trying to entice him to taste them, dive into her, and he can feel her pulse thrumming against the crook of his thumb and forefinger. he's got no intention to hurt her-at least, not in a way she wouldn't like, and while he can feel some part of that hunger give a sigh of satisfaction just having her pinned against that brick wall, there's no ignoring the pressure welling betwixt his hips, the line of his cock probably all too apparent at the front of his denim. ❫
I ain't askin'. ❪ in fact, he definitely wouldn't mind she be a bit bad. he keeps her in place with thighs between hers, hand that'd prior hitched her thigh sliding to her backside to grab a palmful, the clasp at her throat pressing firmer, forcing her head to tip back slightly, black hair spilling off her shoulders and those big doe-eyes batting up at him. another grind, this time pulling up a muffled groan within his exhale, a fire swimming within his veins. ❫
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she doesn't stop him, and what's more she licks those lips like she's trying to entice him to taste them, dive into her, and he can feel her pulse thrumming against the crook of his thumb and forefinger. he's got no intention to hurt her-at least, not in a way she wouldn't like, and while he can feel some part of that hunger give a sigh of satisfaction just having her pinned against that brick wall, there's no ignoring the pressure welling betwixt his hips, the line of his cock probably all too apparent at the front of his denim. ❫
I ain't askin'. ❪ in fact, he definitely wouldn't mind she be a bit bad. he keeps her in place with thighs between hers, hand that'd prior hitched her thigh sliding to her backside to grab a palmful, the clasp at her throat pressing firmer, forcing her head to tip back slightly, black hair spilling off her shoulders and those big doe-eyes batting up at him. another grind, this time pulling up a muffled groan within his exhale, a fire swimming within his veins. ❫
Tell me how you like it.