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call your girl DVD logo the way she'll be bouncing on it after ten minutes alone with me
something pathetic and hot about a loserboy thanking you when you finally let him hit — “o-oh, f—uck” at first, his mind already lost with the initial dip into your warm and wet little hole :( but then he's pounding into you like a feral rabbit in heat, and it's. . . not quite the experience you were expecting from a guy with less game than an old school dreamcast.
he rips a handful of orgasms from you through sheer dumb luck — broad body bowed over you, your thighs pressed almost painfully into your chest and your feet anywhere between dangling in the air above your head or resting upon his shoulders, while he fucks you at a suffocating pace.
it's relentless overstimulation; his desperate thrusts stealing the very breath you need from your lungs, leaving you panting and gasping — clinging to him weakly, when you can manage the energy, or simply laying there and taking it — while he huffs and puffs into the soft skin of your neck, dragging his nose up the length of it to nip and kiss at the soft skin behind your ear.
that is when you're reeled back into semi-consciousness, finally registering the breathless syllables he's been speaking the entire time since slipping his dick through your slick slit: “thank you thank you thank you th—”
pervert mammon who offers to do laundry only to steal a pair of your panties. he feels super guilty about it but... well, you're always stealing his hoodies, it's only fair he gets something of yours in return, right?
so he pockets one of your panties. it's a lazy, little black thing and he gets rock hard just thinking about you wearing it. were you using it when you were watching movies together earlier? the thought alone is enough for him to reach down his pants, freeing his hard cock. he smears his precum down his shaft, enveloping it with the piece of clothing he stole.
he tries to go slow, he really does but he's soon panting, thrusting his hips into his hand desperately, seeking his release. in a matter of minutes he's shooting his load on your panties, his whole body trembling with the intensity of his high.
mammon's heart beats fast in his chest, his cheeks red as he stares the dirty underwear. the guilt soon enough clutches at him but, honestly, that doesn't stop him from stealing another pair next time.
he's just desperate to be near you, in any way possible. he wants to touch you, to taste you... but for now this will do <3
thinking about making out sessions with Mammon that turn into grinding against each other, his hard cock pressing against your damp panties, desperate enough to seek friction but not enough to let go of each other. Mammon grabs your ass, guiding your movements as he starts to leave a trail of wet kisses down your chin and towards your neck . you can feel him suck harshly enough to leave a hickey but you don't care enough in that moment to chastise him for it, not when he's whimpering your name again and again, like a prayer. You tug softly on his hair to get him to return his attention to your mouth. Your lips meet in a wet and messy kiss. Your orgasm comes crashing over your like the oceans waves lapping at the shore and soon enough he follows. He kisses you softly now, his pretty face turning pink as you come down from your high <3