SOMNO WITH DANNY (he Went Out Late To A Show And You Stayed In And Had A Wine Night With Your Friends

SOMNO WITH DANNY (he went out late to a show and you stayed in and had a wine night with your friends and meanwhile he was wishing you were there to dance to the music with him and he gets home at like 2-3 am and you are passed out in panties and his shirt on the couch and he just can’t resist , you’d talked about this before but he never could bring himself to do it so he knew he had your permission)

putting read more for ppl who don't like somno!!

He's not surprised when he comes home and finds her half dressed sleeping on the couch, practically an offering for him to take what he needs. He was hoping she'd still be awake, waiting up for him to get home, but he supposes the fact that she's sprawled out on the couch in almost nothing means she was waiting on him. He almost wakes her, then remembers the last time he woke her for sex and she practically scolded him for not just fucking her when he already knew he had permission. He feels a little guilty for staying out late enough she fell asleep waiting on him, and tells himself it would be selfish to wake her because he's horny. She deserves her beauty rest.

Danny would be so careful not to wake her when he finally gives into her little fantasy. It's something he's almost done a few times when he's flown in right after a race and found her wearing one of his shirts and his favorite panties. This time, he gives in to the temptation and kicks his shoes off before stumbles over to the couch. He shoves his too tight jeans down his legs and kicks them across the room before stopping. He looks down at her, flat on her back with her hair fanning over one of the throw pillows, hands resting on her stomach like she's his own sleeping beauty. He rests his knee between hers and leans his weight on it as he grasps her right leg just below the knee and bends it, pushing it up until he can rest it on the back cushions of the couch to keep it in place. Her body moves easily, and he can't help but gasp at how relaxed she is. He keeps his hand hovering over her shin for a moment to ensure it won't fall before he settles between her now parted legs.

There isn't much room, but he has enough space that he can brush his fingers against her clothed pussy and feel the warmth between her legs. He presses his thumb against her clit and rubs lightly, eyes shifting up to her face to see her lips part in a sigh but she doesn't react otherwise. He takes the non reaction as a go, and slips her panties to the side to run his finger through her already slick center. As he does so, he hears her voice in the back of his mind saying, I'm always ready for you. She says it every time he slips his fingers between her thighs and teases her for already being soaked. He imagines her waiting for him to come home, her mind overrun with thoughts of his hands on her body, her cunt throbbing with need as she checks the time and wonders when he'll return.

He wishes he had abandoned the party sooner, hadn't let his friends coerce him into staying longer each time he reached for his jacket and keys and said he needed to get home to the missus. He slips one finger inside of her and marvels at how slick she is, how relaxed she is. hHr hips shift down against his hand and his eyes jerk up to her face again, half expecting to see hers staring back, but she hasn't woken yet. He takes the movement as a queue to add another finger, slowly curling his ring finger in alongside his middle finger. Her nostrils flare as she takes a deeper breath and he freezes, waits for her eyelids to flutter open. When they don't, he begins alternating between curling and scissoring his fingers in her to open her up, slow steady movements until he feels she's relaxed enough to take his cock.

He strokes himself a few times with the hand he prepped her with, slicking himself up with her arousal before lifting her left leg over his hip as he lines up with her entrance. He feels like a puppeteer as her body bends to his touch, eyes raking over her limp body as he bottoms out in one slow thrust. He sees the way her entire body reacts to him, even unconscious. Her fingers twitching where they're resting over her stomach, where he always wraps his arms to pull her closer. Under her hands, his shirt on her body has ridden up and he can see her abdomen contract as her pussy flutters around him.

Her lips part in another soft sigh as he shifts his hips against hers and her eyebrows scrunch the tiniest bit. He rubs slow circles with his thumb on her thigh, willing himself to wait for her to relax again before he accidentally wakes her because he's impatient. He counts thirty seconds after her face relaxes before he moves, taking a deep breath between each count to ensure he isn't counting like an overeager child playing hide and seek.

He keeps it slow and soft, pressing his lips into her shoulder to muffle the soft moans that escape him as he rolls his hips against hers. Daniel feels like he's on cloud nine each time he pulls out and sinks back in, his mind overrun with thoughts of how good she feels like this. He can't fathom why he didn't think it was a good idea, having her like this, taking what he needed while she's completely at his mercy.

it’s hot where i live and all i wanna do is take a boat out to a secluded location with landoscar and spend the whole day sun bathing fucking to reel in the new year

its usually warm here in texas but its been cold and wet this week and its frankly annoying. i would love to be on a beach somewhere with landoscar tbh. have this lil blurb idk what it is ?? just brainrot

If you had asked her how she thought she’d be ringing in the new year, never in a million years would she have said Lando’s renting a private island and we’re going to party all weekend on it. But here they are, and by partying she means having non stop sex. Lando had surprised them with the trip, a weekend getaway for the three of them. They’d be dropped off Friday and picked up Tuesday, and from the moment the boat left on Friday to the moment it returned Tuesday, they would be alone.

It’s almost comical how fast they got their hands on her, they’d carried the bags into the house and then immediately got to work undressing her. She was naked within seconds (not hard, she had a dress and panties so while Oscar slipped his hands under the dress and pulled her panties down, Lando unzipped the dress and slipped the straps off her shoulders. And just like that, she was naked and Oscar was on his knees before her as Lando lifted her left knee onto Oscar’s shoulder. He held her up as Oscar gave her the first of many orgasms to be had over the weekend.

She didn’t know why she bothered packing a suitcase when their plan was clearly to keep her naked and full of their cocks. The next morning she wore a bikini out for a swim. It was promptly lost in the ocean when they decided to join her for a dip in the early morning waves. (Upon returning to civilization, she immediately donated a profuse amount to ocean clean up, on Oscar and Lando’s dime because they removed the top and bottom and let them go, despite her warnings not to.) When they returned from the beach and she redressed after losing her bikini, the clothes only lasted an hour before Oscar was stripping her off and dipping is head between her thighs, wondering out loud if the cum he’d filled her with on the beach was still coating her walls even after she showered.

She put on pajamas and took a nap afterwards, Oscar’s wandering hands and mouth having tired her out. Her pajamas were only one of their shirts that she stole from their bag, and panties. Panties that when she woke, were pressed to the side with Lando’s cock buried in her, she fell back asleep as he kissed her shoulder and told her he’d take care of her.

The third time she redressed was after showering with Oscar that night, after waking to hearing the shower running and joining him, still slick between her thighs from Lando’s earlier ministrations. Lando was cooking in the kitchen when they got out, resting at the head of the table as his sauce simmered and his loves showered. He looked up when they entered the room, eyes scanning their blissed out faces before he beckons her forward. Oscar had just fucked her in the shower moments before, and his cum was most definitely still inside of her; she could feel the mixture of their cum dripping into her panties. His words made her clench, her sensitive pussy begging for more as he teased, “I think I’ll have my dessert before dinner tonight.” Lando lifted her onto the table in front of him, pushed her back so she was lying flat and tugged her panties down her legs. He let out a delighting hum as he saw the mess between her thighs, strings of cum stretching between the panties and her abused cunt. He looked over to Oscar standing in the doorway, and smirked as he lifted her thighs to hook them over his shoulders. “Would you mind finishing dinner? I’m starving.”

Oscar returns his smirk and nods, turning to the kitchenette and makes his way to the stove as Lando’s mouth meets her center. He spares glances over as he stirs the sauce, his mouth watering as he sees her arching her back and playing with her tits with one hand while the other pulls Lando’s hair. He wishes he’d brought his phone so he could photograph it, but he can’t remember where he last had it.

She doesn’t redress after that. Lando pulls her into his lap when Oscar brings their plates of spaghetti over, and they’d take turns feeding her. She fully loses the shirt an hour later halfway through a movie when Oscar loses interests and decides she’s a much better way to occupy his time, specifically his mouth on her breasts. She falls asleep naked and fucked out while they’re wiping at the mess between her thighs.

They spend most of Sunday naked in bed, trading orgasms and napping to recover the energy lost to each orgasm. They’d all be so tired from the all day sex marathon they’d miss midnight, and away from civilization there’s no fireworks to wake them. She wakes up in the middle of the night and realizes instantly that they accidentally slept through it, but she’d fail at waking either of the two men up and go back to sleep after pecking them both on the lips.

Lando would be the only one really disappointed, admitting he wanted to make them both cum right at midnight and that was the whole reason he booked this trip, was so they couldn’t be tricked into going to a party last minute and he’d have nothing stopping them from fucking all night like he wanted. They’d console him by reminding him they still have a full twenty eight hours on the island before the boat returned to pick them up, so they could still celebrate the new year just fine. She wouldn’t touch her suitcase until she actually saw the boat on the horizon, worried she’d get dressed only to have her boyfriends strip her back down and have at her again. At least when she’s already naked, they don’t have many obstacles stopping them from easily slipping inside of her.

lando: a mosquito tried to bite me and i slapped it and killed it

lando: and i started thinking

lando: like it was just trying to get food

lando: what if i went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck

lando: how would i feel?

oscar: are you ok

My only prediction for 2024 is that at some point Max Verstappen will attempt to pick up Charles

So Red Bull really did put a picture of their star driver marking Charles as his territory with a sticker on their Christmas tree. They also made sure to highlight this on the tree.

And in the same week they put out a video and make sure to include a tweet by same driver calling Charles sexy, and this same driver enthusiastically says "it's me ME I said that!" and this is how they start the video??? Hello???

Red Bull is just out here on main going "Charles look how good you look with Max and a Red Bull logo on you. Look, Max thinks you're very sexy, pst pst pst"

None of this is subtle!

Babe, listen

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