Reblog If You Think Its Ok To Platonically Cum In Your Friends Mouth

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"At least I didn't break my wrist getting into a bar fight this time." He teased. No, this time was a genuine accident, which resulted in some bruising in his lower torso and his upper thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. "This time...yeah, I think so. Might just be easy to strip for this one." He suggested, blue eyes glancing up at her with charming mischief.

Shutting the door behind her when she entered in and get toward the bed she rose up a brow. ❝ I'd like seeing you a whole lot more if it wasn't because of an injury every time. ❞ She stated as she looked at him getting closer. Maybe it was bad for her to enjoy seeing him, enjoy getting a look and she had to blink a couple of times to figure out her mind. ❝ Well I'm going to need a whole lot more than a peek aren't I? ❞ She felt her voice go flirty as she placed the clip board down.

"He put his hands on the woman he was with. I hate seeing that shit." He shook his head, watching as she examined the bruising, that spread to areas covered by his boxers. He felt her finger brushing up against them and bit his lip gently. "I was working, construction as you know. Anyways this heavy piece of lumber fell on me. Hurt like hell, and could have been a lot worse." He told her. "I could've lost my...well, you know."

❝ Remind me again why he did? ❞ She spoke raising up a brow as she watched his pants being taken off which made her tilt her head to the side. ❛ You're a nurse Delilah... He is your patient... ❜ She spoke inside of her own mind as her eyes did like what she was seeing but also not liking the bruise that was showing on his thigh. ❝ Those can stay on. ❞ She spoke as she bend downwards, her hand brushing against the bruise gently and up his boxers, raising his shirt up to see more of it, her thumb just 'accidentally' brushing along the rim of his boxers. ❝ So how did this happen? ❞ She questioned as she let her head lower toward his crouch area as her long fiery locks fell to the side.

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He was immediately impressed with her excitement, and her southern charm. Hundreds flock to the city of angels on a near daily basis in hopes of becoming famous. In that regard, Pearl was no different, but other factors about her stood out from the rest. He was eager to know her better. "Oh, you're multi-talented then, aren't you Pearl?" He complimented, offering a grin. "Well, part of what we're gonna do here today is find out how badly you want this. One of the things I'm looking for in talent is the desire to do whatever it takes."

❝ howdy! ❞ from the thick southern accent to the cowboy boots, it's so obvious that she's green as can be in the city of angels. she looks like the type of girl this industry would eat alive, but pearl has this quiet darkness about her. it's as alluring as it is dangerous. she takes a seat after she shakes his hand firmly. her daddy always said: first impressions with a firm handshake! she's so excited, sitting down, hands on her exposed legs. she's wearing a sleeveless top and shorts, as casual as one could be. ❝ my name is pearl james. i'm nineteen years old. i'm just a farm girl with a dream. but, i can play the piano, the guitar, the violin. i can sing and dance. my dream is to be a star. i don't care what i have to do. i was born to be like marilyn monroe. it's in my blood. ❞ straight to the point: she ain't messing around.

open to: f plot: eric is a very powerful man in the entertainment industry and runs a casting couch. your muse wants to be a famous actor, singer or adult entertainer.

"Come in!" Eric called out. He stood up from his chair and walked over to her, reaching out to shake her hand. "Hello, thank you for coming in. please, have a seat." He motioned over to the black leather couch. "So, tell me a little about yourself. your name, your age, and what your dream job is."