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High sex with pro hero cellophane though.“Deprived, this is so common. It’s outdated. We’ve seen that so much.” I know- I know but:
Maybe not smoking all the time with Sero, but on the days that are just so shitty- you need to take the edge off? He’s got you.
Laying with him on the couch, your legs tossed over his. Staring at the ceiling with a pretty blunt between your lips. One hand rubbing your thighs; massaging the skin there. He knows just what you both need.
When he slides up high, fingers brushing over the slick fabric pressed against you- there’s no arguing with that.
He’d make quick work of plucking the cherry from you, and placing his lips above your own. Knee having taken place of his fingers- he works a huff and a release of smoke out of you. He’d breathe in heavily. Taking you into all of his senses. After he’d roll his thigh down, let you get used to the lazy pace he sets, before grabbing your hips and dragging you along him.
Bodies moving to compliment one another.
Push and pull, like the moon and the ocean.
He talks dirty when he’s buzzing, but worse when he’s not, not too lost in his own feelings to forget you and your thoughts. Knowing that you still listen to everything he says, consumed with him for the time. Whispers sweet nothings and praises to you. He loves it when you whine out for him more, mi amor or even just his name would be enough to merit his own response- a shushed “I know, baby, I know.” pressed into your lips
High sex with pro hero cellophane though.“Deprived, this is so common. It’s outdated. We’ve seen that so much.” I know- I know but:
Maybe not smoking all the time with Sero, but on the days that are just so shitty- you need to take the edge off? He’s got you.
Laying with him on the couch, your legs tossed over his. Staring at the ceiling with a pretty blunt between your lips. One hand rubbing your thighs; massaging the skin there. He knows just what you both need.
When he slides up high, fingers brushing over the slick fabric pressed against you- there’s no arguing with that.
He’d make quick work of plucking the cherry from you, and placing his lips above your own. Knee having taken place of his fingers- he works a huff and a release of smoke out of you. He’d breathe in heavily. Taking you into all of his senses. After he’d roll his thigh down, let you get used to the lazy pace he sets, before grabbing your hips and dragging you along him.
Bodies moving to compliment one another.
Push and pull, like the moon and the ocean.
He talks dirty when he’s buzzing, but worse when he’s not, not too lost in his own feelings to forget you and your thoughts. Knowing that you still listen to everything he says, consumed with him for the time. Whispers sweet nothings and praises to you. He loves it when you whine out for him more, mi amor or even just his name would be enough to merit his own response- a shushed “I know, baby, I know.” pressed into your lips
High as shit and wanting to rock my Kitten's world 🧡
Wanna get them high as all fuck and then tease them until they beg for me to use them properly