No Bc Do We Remember When We Asked If She Worked Out And She Got SO Stammery And Confused - Tumblr Posts

really flirtatious douchebag butch who keeps hooking their fingers into the belt loop of their femmes low rise jeans and snapping her bra strap. who spreads their legs obnoxiously in every seat they sit in, patting their thigh so their femme can take a seat, one arm thrown over her shoulder and their hand ""accidentally"" resting right on her left tit. who calls her doll and babe and sweetheart more than they call her her actual name, and brags to their friends about making her cum four times in a row, and leers at her every time she looks their way.

really flirtatious douchebag butch who, as soon as their femme returns that energy at all - tugging them in by their tie and calling them honey and resting her head on their shoulder, hot breath ghosting over their neck - become a stammering red-faced mess. all confidence and cockiness replaced by nervous laughter and avoided eye contact and a waver in their voice. a gentle (and kinda sweaty) hand pressed to their femmes lower back to balance her in their lap as well as to steady their nerves. worried that since they can't smooth talk anymore she'll get bored of them and leave when in reality this is the reaction she's been hoping for all night.

really flirtatious douchebag butch who keeps hooking their fingers into the belt loop of their femmes low rise jeans and snapping her bra strap. who spreads their legs obnoxiously in every seat they sit in, patting their thigh so their femme can take a seat, one arm thrown over her shoulder and their hand ""accidentally"" resting right on her left tit. who calls her doll and babe and sweetheart more than they call her her actual name, and brags to their friends about making her cum four times in a row, and leers at her every time she looks their way.

really flirtatious douchebag butch who, as soon as their femme returns that energy at all - tugging them in by their tie and calling them honey and resting her head on their shoulder, hot breath ghosting over their neck - become a stammering red-faced mess. all confidence and cockiness replaced by nervous laughter and avoided eye contact and a waver in their voice. a gentle (and kinda sweaty) hand pressed to their femmes lower back to balance her in their lap as well as to steady their nerves. worried that since they can't smooth talk anymore she'll get bored of them and leave when in reality this is the reaction she's been hoping for all night.