Im Delulu Because I Think That Charles Will Be World Champion This Season

im delulu because i think that charles will be world champion this season

been on that side of tiktok where girls rate the drivers based on how many shots it’d take them to let the boys hit and i just saw a comment on one that said they’d take oscar and logan as a package deal with -10 shots and girl… me too

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.

got a masters degree in being ignored

(Charles and Max if Charles signed with Red Bull.) Interviewer: I don’t get it. How do you two work together so well?  Charles: We have the exact same life philosophy. The only people you can really trust are the ones you know will stab you in the back at the first given opportunity.  Max: So, naturally, we trust each other completely.