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massuse!janet who smirks every time you walk into her shop. you show up wearing a baseball cap and glasses as if trying to arrive in disguise. she can spot you from a mile away, your shy demeanor giving you away every time when you walk towards her shop the same way a sinner walks into confession. you mumble a shy greeting trying to ignore the slickness costing your panties as she grabs your hand to guide you to the back

massuse!janet who dimmed the lights while you undress, letting the candles spaced out throughout the room be the main light source. being sure to compliment your body as your laid out against table, if nothing else to see the way you become undone for her before even being touched

massuse!janet turning on love deluxe for background noise as she starts to slide her oiled up hands up & down your body. searching for knots she can press into to her your pretty little moans. 

massuse!janet who notices you start to squirm as she kneads the oil into your glazed body. feigning innocence when she asks you if everything was alright, making you say out loud what you want from her

she watches as you turn over, carelessly pushing the blanket off the table as you spread yourself out for her. full breasts on display with pebbled nipples. her gaze drops to your legs, smiling softly as you parted them for her. your inner thighs completely covered in slick 

massuse!janet who eagerly tackles this new knot of yours. rubbing a finger through your center, admiring the shine from the slickness now coating it. looking you in the eyes as she sucks the slick off of it

massuse!janet dousing her hand in oil again before returning her attention to you. running her slick hand all over you until every nerve and fold is coated in the mix of your slick & the massage oil 

massuse!janet who bits her lip as she takes in your opening pulsing practically begging for more. she rubbed her palm against you carelessly, smirking as you whine for more

massuse!janet who finally decides to stop teasing you. slipping two fingers inside you, pumping them slowly as she feels you contract around her fingers. she goes faster when you finally start to let out those pretty noises for her

massuse!janet who takes her fingers out right before you were about to cum. you don't get much time to complain before she's pulling off her scantily clad tank top before she's moving you into her lap as she lays down on the massage table. ordering you to use her and if you want to cum so bad

massuse!janet who grips your hips as you ride her, making sure you went slow enough to feel each individual ab press against your aching clit before you finally came

massuse!janet who cleans you the mess you made up, claiming she can't find your panties as she helps you get redressed. you notice them sticking out of her back pocket as she walks you to the door

you can't help but think to yourself what an expensive habit these massage appointments are going to turn into if you end up losing your panties every time you come here

fin

a/n: i saw someone talk about riding her abs & felt inspired. there's like nothing on here for her so i decided to post this quick blurb. idk how it escalated to massuse but y'know

sotogrande, spain

you were bored out of your mind. the golf cart seats were getting hotter and your drink slowly turned into a cup of shaved ice right at the bottom with the straw already slightly chewed on.

you had already admired the clean cut grass of the golf course and the trees along with the distant scent of the mediterranean sea. the gorgeous club house of real club valderrama hint at the obscene amount of wealth that was standing just a couple of feet away from the cart.

jaafar turned his head to you, watching you dramatically lay on the seat of the cart in sheer boredom with a dazzling smile on his face. the club in his hand was able to balance his stance with one leg crossed in front of the other and the cap was able to protect his growing curls from the blazing european sun. his business associates were standing an arm length away, arguing whether one of them made the wide shot or not.

the job was done. jaafar discussed the potential benefits of collaborating with this company, having pointed out everything that his cfo back in manhattan spoke on in one of the meetings. his charm was out of this world because within an hour, he shook hands with new business partners and agreed to a celebratory friendly game of golf and a round of shots brought by the cart boy.

in all of this, he watched his princess get bored each time they swung at a golf ball. he knew he shouldn’t have gotten her out of bed, obsessed with her silhouette against the egyptian cotton sheets and pillows from the hotel. the promise of a spa visit, a little lunch date and the trip down to his yacht was weighing heavy on his mind.

“gents,” jaafar started, uncrossing his legs and pulling his golfing bag close to him. “the missus and i have to head to the coast soon. calls will be made once life’s back to normal. again, thanks for business.” he stated gently, giving a polite smile before shaking their hands and leaving the two older white men to their bickering over the plastic ball and its ‘quality’.

he said your name once and it was enough for you to lift your head and beam your beautiful smile at him. “babyyy,” you dragged out while sitting up. “i missed you. thought you’d spend more time with them if i’m bein’ honest.” you spoke, looking up at him as he stood next to the golf cart and being the exact same size of it. his height was always something you loved to admire from the moment you met him.

jaafar kept his eyes on you, placing his bag in the backseat before leaning his forearm against the roof and his other hand reaching out for your chin. “sorry, princess. they just..couldn’t stop talking at one point. we’re leaving now, ‘kay? gonna get you to the coast.” he murmured in that tone that always had your stomach flipping.

“don’t act like you didn’t wanna go to the beach too.” you managed to make a joke but his eyes were glued on your lips. through his gaze, he smiled at your words. “scoot over before those guys decide to invite us for coffee or something.” he snapped out of his head and finally sat in the cart, driving towards the clubhouse.

-

marbella, spain

the sun laid on your skin like a warm blanket and the softness of the deck mattresses beneath you felt like you could sleep out there for hours. the crinkle of the magazine paper sounded quietly against the sound of the mediterranean sea beneath your boyfriend’s yacht.

the trip took a couple of hours but you wouldn’t have traded it for the world. singing your favourite songs to each other to snacking to a little bit of napping. jaafar also made sure you passed by your favourite luxury boutiques to pick up a few things that he just couldn’t say no to.

your eyes trailed the pages, the words flying around as you admired yourself in an editorial photoshoot. the makeup had layered blush and ridiculous amounts of eyeshadow, the costumes accentuating the angles of your body. the page spread was your favourite of it all, a common pose but it still made you feel so sexy. laying on one side of your body and a suggestion of a fabric was draped over you and the lighting was just right to not show any nudity for your first vogue cover.

vogue.

it’s all you’ve ever dreamed of and to know you achieved that and more at your age warmed your heart as you took pride in your work. sighing happily, you closed the magazine and rolled onto your back, more surprised by your lovely boyfriend hovering over you with his hands on either side of your head and a smile on his face.

“shit, baby. you scared me.” you chuckled, your chest rising and falling under your polka dot bikini top.

“ ‘m so proud of you, sweetheart.” jaafar lowered his head to kiss the space between your neck and shoulder before he trailed his soft kisses towards your jaw. “thank you, j. really.” you said, fluttering your eyes closed as your hand played with his dainty chain. you didn’t even notice he was only donning his swim shorts, grateful you got to see his skin in the sun rather than under dress shirts or golf polos.

he lifted his head, dipping to give a peck before looking at you again. “y/n.”

“how may i be of assistance, mr j?” you smirked at the nickname you loved to tease him with.

“you think you can switch to work mode f’me? wanna see the outfits i got you today.” jaafar spoke, immediately putting his bottom lip under his teeth and even jokingly raising his brows.

you pretended to think about it as you giggled but you couldn’t hide it, you’d do anything if he asked in that tone of his. he let you move and he sat up straight, watching your ass and delicious legs walk away from him as you got to the yacht cabin where all your shopping bags were.

the first outfit had him in shambles already, balancing his elbows on his knees as he watched strut to him in the tiniest skirt he had ever seen on you. jaafar genuinely didn’t know what to do with you when you looked this good.

“so? you just gonna keep your jaw on the floor?” you expressed, standing in between his legs and deciding to be bold; holding his jaw in your hand.

wrong move. well, it’s the best move but still.

“princess.” he said lowly, looking up at you as his hands went from the back of your thighs upwards to your hips.

“mr j.” you continued to tease, squeezing his jaw and feeling it tighten a bit and you knew you got to him.

your voice had him hard as ever. jaafar knew he had the upper hand in this but he liked to let you think you did. “i’ll just buy you a new one the second we off this boat, alright?”

your brows furrowed at his words until you felt his thumb pressing on your wetness and your knees nearly gave out. he couldn’t stop smiling, watching the pout on your face form as his fingers replaced his thumb to drag through your clothed slit.

“what’s the pouting about, baby?” he mocked you, feeling your hand slipping onto his shoulder to balance your stance.

“it’s not fair.” you muttered, your head spinning at his touch.

“it is. c’mon, don’t pout at me. just wanna make you feel good. you made me proud.” he was now eye level to your mound, teasingly pushing the tip of his finger against the fabric of your panties that caused you to cry out.

that made jaafar retreat his hand and you almost whined out even louder but you made eye contact with him and it told you everything you need to know; keep it down, baby.

he gently pushed at your legs so that he had space to stand up. cradling your face, he gave you a kiss that you’d been thinking of all morning, fully tasting you as your tongues danced together.

“baby—” your words were cut short as he took you by surprise and hoisted you onto his shoulder with your head face-to-face with his back, adorned with a couple of scratches. “taking you to the cabin. i’m really proud of you, baby.” you could just hear the smirk in his tone and how he squeezed your ass cheek as he began walking across the wooden deck, leaving a ringing phone to face the ocean while jaafar gave all his time to his princess.

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saint’s notes: hope y’all like this one! i’m proud of it 🤭

You were in the middle of a dream. A handsome cop by the name of Kevin Atwater had taken you back to his lair and fucked you ten ways from Sunday. Kevin lit a fire under your skin, to the point that you never wanted to wake up.

A deep pull in your belly wrestled for attention. Oh, oh that felt good. You moaned and wasn't sure if that was in the dream or wakefulness. You did not want to wake up to your empty, cold bed with laundry calling your name and mugs in the sink.

Dream Kevin moaned and it echoed in your ears. What was going on? You roused from sleep reluctantly, suckling between your legs finally registering. You barely had time to open your eyes and see Kevin making out with your pussy with his eyes closed, like he was feasting in Valhalla.

At your movement, he glanced up and caught your eyes, giving you a wink before he returned his lips to your pussy. His tongue to your clit. Your hands flew to either side of you, gripping his sheets in a vice grip as an orgasm tore through you.

Surely, he wrangled every single one out of you by now. Surely, there couldn't be one more. But the man was too determined to keep going, moaning as fresh slick coated his beard. His wet hair slid across your thighs, dragging ragged giggles from you. The fog of the dream competed with each swipe of his tongue.

Kevin moaned, suckled, and devoured your pussy. You twitched with every slide, every lick. "Kev-plea-" you begged but it fell on deaf ears.

Tears pricked your eyes as your back bowed, your lungs burning from screaming through a potent orgasm. The type to make you question what defines life. Kevin brought you there effortlessly, endlessly. You came down with a keening whine while your body jerked and twisted.

Kevin's large hands held your thighs open, easily keeping his plate where he wanted it. "Good morning, gorgeous. See what you coulda had yesterday?"

He placed gentle kisses to your thighs, leaving giant wet spots against your skin. You shivered from the lewdness of it all. "I'm pretty sure I died," you murmured, sleep calling to you again.

Kevin chuckled, burying his nose in your pussy and taking a deep breath. His nose tickled your clit and you jerked away. You were too damn sensitive. Kevin took mercy on you, kissing up your body, leaving a trail of your essence all over your body.

This man was insane. Had to be. Was it possible to be addicted to cumming? Because as sensitive as you were, looking into Kevin's beautiful eyes and that sexy grin of his, you wanted to give him every single orgasm you possessed.

He stopped when he got to your titties, taking a moment to kiss each swell of your breasts. He teased one nipple between his teeth, the sharp tug responding with a twitch of your clit. You ran your hands over his body, kneading, pinching, and caressing. He was real. He was here. He was currently making you so damn horny, you were about to eat him alive.

He switched his attention to the other nipple, his hands coming up to pin you to the mattress. He smirked, returning to sucking on your nipples the same way he sucked on your clit.

"Kevin, please," you whispered. "Too much."

"Shh, I'm just saying hi to my girls. That's all," he said, flicking his tongue against your nipple.

Your teeth chattered and then he moved back to your left titty, teeth grazing your nipple. You arched but he settled his weight on top, careful not to crush you. "I want your whole weight on me," you said.

He smiled and dropped more of his weight on you. You sighed from the feeling of being crushed by him, his heavy body covering you and making you feel protected and safe. It was over for you. There was no more fight left in you. Why fight against this?

Who cared if was quick? Who cared if it was this intense? This connection had to mean something. It didn't happen by accident. You thanked your lucky stars to find a unicorn like him. Someone to match you in all the ways it mattered.

Kevin released your wrists and moved his kisses up, landing on your neck. You rubbed against him like a cat, moving your leg to trap him in place. You lived here now.

"You gon' let me go?" He nipped at your neck, making you hiss with pleasure and pain. You felt like you sucked on a live wire. Everywhere he touched was sensitive. Everywhere he didn't touch felt his phantom touch, like it was only a matter of time before he touched there too.

"Nope," you said, popping the 'P' and grinned at him.

"Good. I got plans for you," he said, finally bringing those sexy pink lips to yours. You tasted yourself on his lips, smelled yourself in his beard. It made your pussy clench painfully. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

"Mhhm. How would you feel about getting some sun? I can drive you home, you can change, we can take a walk, get some breakfast, come back so I can do nasty things to ya," he said, ticking off each activity with a kiss to your lips. With everything he rattled off, it sounded heavenly.

"Oh yeah, I'ma need that. I keep a spare bag of clothes in my car," you said.

"Oh, you come prepared?" He grinned and kissed you, his kisses lazy and slow. Yep, you definitely lived here now.

"I stay ready so I ain't gotta get ready. I never know where I'll be or when I'll need spare clothes," you corrected, not wanting him to get a big head.

"Okay, if that makes you feel better," he said.

"Shut up!" You giggled. Kevin took that personally, as he started to hunt for ticklish spots. You giggled and slapped his hands away, screaming for mercy. When you sobered, you snuggled further into him, feeling all dainty and cute in his huge presence.

"Then let's get a move on, beautiful," he said. He offered to grab your go bag from your car and you told him where to find your keys. He dressed in sweats and a tank, earning a growl from you, and he chuckled. He made quick work of grabbing your bag and dropping it in the bathroom.

He shed his clothes as he walked into the room, revealing his delicious chest and the curly hair on his belly. He grinned while he approached, dropping a kiss to your lips before he helped you out of his bed.

Once inside the bathroom, he turned on the shower and you dug through your bag for a spare shower bonnet. This bag had saved you in so many ways, it was hard to count. Bad period days, ripped pants, that time you spilled ketchup on your shirt.

You worked with Kevin on a compromise for the best temperature and then he climbed in, letting the water cascade down his hair and face. You stepped in after, the steam enveloping you.

"You are so damn beautiful," Kevin sighed, looking at you like you hung the moon. Fuck, you would never get sick of this.

"Even with this bonnet," you said with a shy grin.

"Especially with the bonnet," he promised.

You talked about nothing and everything, switching between politics, the state of the world's education, and the questionable quality of DC movies. All the while, you and Kevin lathered up washcloths and took turns washing each other.

Though it wasn't sexual in nature, Kevin couldn't help lingering around your titties, kneading the cloth and squeezing your titty with it. He bit his lip at your moan and the ways your eyes fluttered closed. You got your revenge though, wrapping the cloth around his dick.

The cloth couldn't hide that long dick of his, but you made soapy progress, stroking him and paying attention to how it pleased him. Kevin was a vocal lover, moaning in places you did well and coaching you in others.

It was wild to discuss Scream movies and how the first one was the best and only one that mattered while stroking someone's dick, but there you were. Comfortable as hell, present with a wonderful man.

You stroked harder, pulling him down for a scorching kiss that made your knees weak. Kevin moaned into your mouth and hissed with a curse under his breath as he climaxed all over your belly.

It took great effort for Kevin to open his eyes. When he did, you gave him a saucy wink and washed his cum off of your belly. His overwhelming soap filled his shower making you drown in just him.

He grinned. "Alright, I'ma get you back for that," he said. He turned the water off and helped you out of the tub, grabbing a towel to dry you off. He enveloped you in his arms, his body heat doing more work than the towel.

"Ain't nobody shook," you teased, grabbing another towel from the sink and drying him off.

You worked down to his legs, leaning into a squat that put you eye level with his dick at half mast. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, leaning out to plant a kiss on the tip of his dick.

His dick jumped and you leaned back with a giggle. You had yet to give him a blow job and you briefly wondered if you could fit all of that in your mouth. Kevin groaned and took a deep breath. "Don't get hurt, nah," he said.

You grinned. You really ought to stop. He unleashed some inner animal inside of you that just wanted him to live inside you. But technically, you only met the man Friday night so you had to chill. A smidgen.

Kevin helped you stand and looked at you like you were the first ray of sun after a long night. How could you not get carried away when he looked at you like that? Made you feel desired with just a crinkle in his eyes.

You quickly got dressed in a fresh pair of panties, navy leggings, and an olive green shirt. Kevin threw on black sweats with a matching shirt, his gold chain peeking out from beneath. Such a casual outfit and you were ready to tear it off and hop back on him.

"I know where your nasty ass mind is," he said as he held the front door open for you. You trailed your hand down his stomach as you passed and felt his belly clench beneath your fingers.

You grazed his dick and he growled low in his throat. "I'm just passing by," you said sweetly.

Kevin locked up and then took your hand, walking with you outside into the crisp late spring air. He told you about a coffee shop a few blocks down and you told him to lead the way.

Kevin kept pace with you and you were glad for the sweet gesture. Because with his lumbering gait, you'd be out of breath before you reached the end of the corner. You talked about nothing as he stayed on the street side of the sidewalk, blocking most of the wind.

"Have you ever considered moving to a different unit?" You took a deep breath of fresh air. He was right, some sun was needed.

Kevin shook his head. "Nah, I like where I'm at. Them's my folks, you know?"

You nodded. "Claire tells me about some of the wild stories she hears from Jay. I can't even imagine everything you go through."

Kevin shrugged and made a noncommittal sound. He could downplay it all he wanted, but it was still a big deal. "It's hard, that's for sure. I just wanna help. Feels like folks don't help anymore," he said.

You looked around at the surrounding houses, the way it all seemed so undisturbed. When you were younger, you couldn't toss a rock without kids playing out in the front yards. Without retirees sitting out on the porch, watching babies play in a kiddie pool in the summer.

"Yeah, you can say that again. Do you plan on being a cop for a long time?"

"Yeah, as long as they let me. Would that bother you?" Kevin glanced at you.

You took a moment to think it over. It did make you nervous to an extent. There was so much turmoil and hate out in the world. Claire was right, at any point someone could take him out.

Your chest squeezed at the thought of Kevin not being in the world. You'd known him a short time and yet it was like you'd known him forever.

You spent so long compiling the perfect checklist, building the perfect man in your mind. He had to be kind, he had to be gentle, he had to be nasty, and he had to be loyal. When confronted with such a perfect man, your mind searched for reasons not to. Afraid that it was too good to be true, that you truly did find the right man for you.

But, he was a cop, he could be shot or maimed horribly. He could be gunned down by a fellow cop who only sees a threat. He could have a weird habit like picking his teeth with his fingers.

"I want to try," you told him. "I can't say it doesn't bother me. But I know that I want to explore this."

Kevin licked his lips and gave you a sweet grin. "I like that. I want to explore this with you too," he said.

Approaching a local coffee shop, Kevin opened the door for you. You got in line, going over your different tastes in coffee. Kevin was a typical cop. He just liked it black and hot. You teased him about it while you ordered and got a blueberry muffin to go with. Kevin grabbed a breakfast sandwich and you grabbed a table towards the back, eating and talking through a small breakfast.

Kevin kept the conversation lively, talking about the happier side to being a cop. The many people he got to save by being there in the nick of time. He gushed about his siblings and you absolutely melted at the pride and love in his eyes. It made your pussy ache listening to how he stepped up so you shoved that thought out of your mind.

The morning sun turned into early afternoon and the light played off of Kevin's angles. He talked with his whole body, weaving tales as if you were really there with him. Your mind drifted though, distracted by his open face. His long eyelashes were enchanting, his lips plump and juicy while he licked them often. Oh, that bastard. He had to be doing it on purpose.

It was easy to get lost in the conversation, the flow moving so seamlessly that the coffee shop filled up and the sound didn't register at all. It didn't matter what other folks had going on. You just wanted to listen to him.

You told your own stories about work and family, different events you attended with Jay and Claire. You told him about your last vacation to Thailand and how seeing the ruins were your favorite part.

The way he listened made you feel actually heard. He asked questions where he needed and invited you to keep sharing. You never had so much damn fun sitting and talking. Eventually though, the coffee shop got too packed and it was time to head back to his place.

Back to reality.

Neither one of you brought up the subject of returning back to your normal lives. You had to get back to work and chores and trying to relax without guilt. He had to go back to being on call, ready to spring into action at any moment. The bubble would burst and yeah, you were worried that this was just a sex haze.

You hoped that wasn't the case. It didn't feel like it was, but hey, people did stranger things after a few…dozens of orgasms. Dozens. This man trained your body from the very first handshake.

The walk to his place was more somber. He held your hand and held you close, but there were no words to be said. Back at his place, you settled headed for his couch. He pulled you back, giving you a sexy grin.

"I believe there's a policy in place, beautiful," he said.

You giggled. "Oh, you can't be serious," you said.

"There are punishments for breaking the law. Do we want to play that game?" He gave you a devilish grin, begging you to disobey him.

You shivered. But the memory of his first punishment was too fresh in your mind. You couldn't survive another round of watching him cum without it in you or on you. Fuck. He turned you into a sex fiend. Shamelessly too.

You opted to be good, wanting him more than you wanted to be a minx. For now. You stripped out of your clothes, getting butterball naked while he watched with hungry elevator eyes. You felt so sexy in his presence.

"Hm, hm, hm," he muttered, biting his lip as the last of the clothes hit the floor. He took your hand and led you to the living room, sitting down on the couch and pulling you into his lap.

"It's going to be real painful going home after this," you said, wanting to rip the band-aid off. The suspense was killing you and before you went any further, you wanted to lay it all out there.

He sighed in agreement and settled into the sofa, widening his legs so that you could sit comfortably. His hands gripped your hips, rubbing his fingers in circles on your skin. "Why does it feel so damn hard? We're going to see each other again," he said.

The certainty in his tone sent shivers down your spine. Especially in that deep voice of his. You smiled at him. "That's what's frying me!"

You squeezed his arms, needing to feel him. It was insane. But at least you both were feeling it.

"It's not forever. Just for a few days when our schedules align," he said. "And you'll stay until the morning."

"Oh, I will, huh?" You giggled.

Kevin bounced you on his knee making your titties bounce with. He bit his lip and did it again and you giggled harder, gripping his forearms so you wouldn't go flying off. His hands still held you in place, not budging at all in his capable hands.

"You will. I want to wake up to that pretty face again," he said. "With my morning snack."

Your pussy clenched even as you laughed and rolled your eyes. You literally could not with him. "I can definitely get used to that."

"So, we're going to enjoy the rest of tonight. Just you and me," he said.

"I'd really like that," you said, leaning over to kiss him. He moaned and deepened the kiss, his tongue peeking out to duel with yours. He sucked on your bottom lip and then continued to kiss, his hands coming up to cup the back of your head. He pulled you every which way he wanted you to go. You were able to feel all of him, hear his breathy moans, and get lost in the kiss.

Kevin slowly broke away, grinning as you tried to steal one more. He winked at your confused pout and stood up with you in his arms. He carried you to his room, turning on the light as he went.

He deposited you on his bed and he stripped in front of you, never breaking eye contact as he did so. You looked your fill, moaning at every new piece of skin he revealed. He kept his body in shape, his muscles flexing as he moved. He grinned at you and then climbed onto the bed, pulling you beneath him.

He dropped his weight on you and you sighed in pure bliss. It was a struggle to get a full breath and you sighed again, never being able to describe the relief you felt. You greedily clung onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You made out, continuing your earlier dance. Kevin's fingers traveled down your body, bringing goosebumps with it. He reached between you, rubbing your clit and you jerked, moaning into his mouth.

The break gave you both a chance to catch your breath, but his fingers worked overtime. You were wet from the moment he told you to get out of your clothes, but with his fingers working a steady beat, making your legs shake in the most delicious way, the orgasm snuck up on you and you convulsed, screaming his name as the wave rode you.

"That's right, beautiful," he moaned, moving his fingers to slide into your pussy. You clenched around two..no, three of his fingers stretching you, and playing with your G-spot like it was his personal stress relief toy.

Your hands clawed at him, trying to escape and get away. The downside to being crushed by his weight was that he effectively pinned you to the matress and prevented escape. Your body twitched and jerked as another orgasm ripped through, snatching every one of your senses.

As you came down, your body rebooted and came back online. First came your hearing, as you heard Kevin whisper filthy shit in your ear. "I'm going to fill this pussy up. Every last fuckin' drop I got," he said.

He ended his words with a kiss to your neck. Next came feeling, as his lips traveled to the spot beneath your ear, causing your thighs to tingle. Kevin pulled his fingers free of your pussy, bringing them to your lips. You opened your mouth, tasting your essence on his thick fingers.

"Clean it up, baby," he said. He pulled his fingers out and kissed you. His dick throbbed against your ass.

"Fill me up, Kev, please," you moaned. You needed him connected to you, as close as he could possibly get.

"Flip the fuck over," he grunted. He backed off of you and you gulped in fresh pulls of air. He got to his knees with renewed energy, pulling you into the position he wanted without waiting for you to comply.

You laid nearly flat on the bed with your knees putting you at a certain angle. Kevin laid behind you, lining himself up. Without a word, he thrust inside you to the hilt.

"Oh fuck!" You cried out, the sudden fullness sending your mind straight to outer space.

Kevin leaned down until his chest was on your back, his thighs pressed to the back of yours, and a possessive hand around your right hip. He kissed your ear and began to thrust, each deep stroke like a crack of thunder in the quiet room.

There was nothing but your mingled, panicked breaths echoing in the room. The smell of sex and sweat a powerful aphrodisiac. "Oh fuck, Kevin," you moaned into the bed.

"That's it, right there. Fuck you feel so good. Fuckin' made for this dick. This my pussy from now on," he moaned, his thrusts still rocking into you, pounding you into the bed as if you were a nail in the wall.

"Oh, yes, Daddy," you moaned. You never called a man that in your life. And yet Kevin earned the title. And then some. You clenched around his dick, your walls shaking from how easily you gushed for him.

"That's it, baby. Give me what Daddy deserve. Bounce on that dick. Bounce on that dick, baby," he moaned, his dick throbbing inside you.

"Shit, I'm finna—" You screamed as your orgasm rushed through you, more intense than any he's given you the past few days. Your nails dug into his covers, gripping on for dear life.

Kevin stroked a few more times, like his body was moving faster than he could keep up with. He hissed in your ear and moaned as he climaxed, filling your pussy with his cum.

"That's it. That's it, milk it out of me," he said as you bounced on it, squeezing your pussy to capture every drop.

He collapsed on top of you, his panting breaths rivaling your own. Your pussy throbbed in time with his dick, in sync in ways you didn't even know was possible. Kevin softened and gently pulled out of you, a rush of his cum leaking out of you.

Kevin sat back on his haunches and pulled your asscheeks apart to watch him slide down your pussy lips.

"So fuckin' perfect," he whispered in awe.

You yawned and Kevin chuckled, kissing both sides of your ass. He nipped one of them and you hissed at the sharp sting. He chuckled and then got off of the bed to grab a warm washcloth. You groaned while he cleaned you up and he cooed, telling you he was almost done.

You must've fallen asleep because the next thing you knew, the lights were off and Kevin was in bed. When you stirred, he pulled you into him so that he enveloped you completely. His body heat rolled off of him in waves and you shivered with a deep moan, snuggling closer. You wanted to live in the cuddle.

You layed your head on Kevin's arm, feeling so safe and secure and right. You just knew that this was the start to something grounbreaking. Men like him didn't come around often. And no, he wasn't truly perfect. There were bound to be things that irritated you.

But you had all the time in the world to explore him. And explore every drop of pleasure he wrung from you. You were a limp spaghetti noodle in his hands. Nothing but putty for him to mold and squeeze and play with.

"Prepare to be sick of me," he whispered in your ear, his breath fanning across your cheeks.

You giggled sleepily, lalaland calling your name. "You stuck with me at this point," you said.

He kissed your ear. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

The end.

A/N: I know! I know. But it's not goodbye to Kevin forever. He will pop up in a new series so stay tuned!

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Los Angeles, CA

The sounds of a LA radio station acted as a filler in the car, the morning sun reflecting on a new billboard in front of the pair sitting in partial traffic.

“I still don’t understand why you’re wearing heels. It’s just a meeting before we all leave for Cape Town. I mean, shit, your solos two days ago were perfect. They already know you’re perfect for this role.” Samantha rambled as she usually did whenever she was stuck in traffic and most people were subjected to her rants.

A small sigh left Aurelia’s nose, the sun clinging to her skin through the windshield. “I told you, my costume assistant told me that I’m in heels majority of the movie. These aren’t even that bad, really.” She spoke softly, looking down at her mules.

“Yeah sure, whatever you say.” Samantha said, rolling her eyes playfully. “What’s up with you? You were all excited when I came to pick you up.” She furrowed her eyebrows, mainly to switch lanes and discreetly give someone the middle finger.

“Damien texted me, talking about some “I can’t let you go there by yourself. Your mama would agree wit me.” As if I’m not grown and working.” Aurelia scoffed, utterly irritated at the thought of her boyfriend.

Samantha let out a loud laugh, cackling at her client’s words. “That’s easily the most deranged shit you ever told me. We gotta make sure he doesn’t get on that plane with you and was he even approved to be on set?”

“…No.”

“Then you know what to say when you text him back, sis.” She stepped on the accelerator, the traffic lights turning green and the wind blew gently into the car as they drove to their destination.

— ☆ bel air country club

Her heels clicked as she walked into the lavish reception area, Chanel No.5 and grilled lobster lingered the air as natural light poured in from the skylight and the newly opened padel courts beyond the country club bar.

“Ah, Miss Rivers! It’s always so good to see you, just lookin’ like a star!” A cheery older male voice boomed as she approached the reception desk. She’d recognised it anywhere, clutching the strap of her purse tightly. “Mr O’Riley. Likewise, my mother sends her congratulations for your recent golfing win.” A polite smile. Poised but ready to end the interaction.

James O’Riley never made it a secret that he fancied Aurelia, despite having a black band on his ring finger that he has had for seven years. Having technically inherited the country club, he had vowed to treat everyone with kindness and respect however when his eyes fell on Aurelia at the grand re-opening with his wife standing next to him, he had almost lost his mind.

Smiling at the sound of her voice, the scars from his facelift almost popped open. “Why, thank you. What’s your meeting for? Got a boyfriend? Y’know I got a special bottle just for us-”

“Real kind of you, Mr O’Riley. Can you bring that special bottle to my table in around..20 minutes? That’d be great.” She now pursed her lips in a tight smile, turning to finally reach the front desk.

After settling that her lunch would be on her mother’s tab, she sauntered to the open dining area and quickly scanned to find where her director was sitting. Taking a complimentary hand fan, she thanked the worker and walked over to the table with papers already in front of the man who could confirm her stance in Hollywood.

“Frank De Luca. An honour to be doing this film with you, really.” Aurelia greeted as she hung her purse on the bag stand right next to Frank’s battered leather shoulder bag. Half a cappuccino and a doughnut sat in front of him and a cigarette was right behind his ear.

“Aurelia, please. I should be freaking out since I’m working with such stars already. As you know, romcoms aren’t really something I do but I knew I needed to take this chance. Just gotta wait for Jaafar to get here for this meeting.” He replied, checking his watch before looking back at Aurelia.

A quick look back to the framed archway into the entrance of the outside patio and it was as if the air shifted entirely. She took a breath, wondering if it was just her who felt a slight flush of heat at the man smiling at one of the workers before placing his hands in his pockets.

Wait.

An engagement band on his left hand.

Fuck.

Damien, her boyfriend of a year, flashed through her head and she quickly scrambled for the jar of cucumber water sitting pretty in the centre of the metal table.

“Jaafar! Good for you to finally join us.” Frank teased, poking fun at the guy as his light steps approached the table. Her co-star’s arm left his pocket, a couple of veins giving Aurelia’s eyes a performance as her director dapped him up. She never gave herself a chance to even look at his outfit. “I take it the two of you are familiar with each other.”

Another classic Frank joke snapped her out of her daze. She playfully gave him a look before turning to Jaafar, her hand already out for a handshake. Jaafar’s hand swallowed hers but it was gentle, soft enough to bring that flush of heat crawling up her neck again.

Stop.

“Although the first time we met was short as hell, it’s nice to see you again.” She smiled up at him, slightly rising out of her seat but he seemed to give her a sign to stay seated. Somehow but she sat down, her eyes gazing all over him.

A basketball cap, cleanly shaven hair poking beneath it, sunglasses being taken off to reveal eyes that were already staring back at her. A cream coloured sweater with sleeves lifted up to the elbow and showcasing forearms she could get used to seeing and linen pants, ending the fit with crisp white air force ones and a dainty gold chains.

He smiled at her, his grip softening from her hand as he accepted the slight poke from her manicured nails before ultimately letting go and opening his chair to sit. Jaafar’s mouth was moving, saying something but she watched as he sat down and even adjusting his hips slightly to get comfortable in the seat.

“…..to see you again. The drive here was something else.” Jaafar spoke, his words finally reaching Aurelia’s ears but her eyes were glued to the way the smile never left his eyes or how his cheeks had slight dimples.

“Yeah, I was stuck in traffic coming up here. The sun’s makin’ people go crazy.” She chuckled softly, adding in to the conversation and hoping she made sense, taking a sip of her cucumber water.

Frank just nodded happily before clapping his hands once. “Now, I know I took you two out of your very busy schedules — and you, Jaafar, out of wedding preparations.” The director expressed with a playful push to Jaafar’s bicep.

Wedding prep, sounds serious.

“Congrats.” She choked out, giving him a dazzling smile whilst lifting her glass as a toast. “Thank you. I appreciate it.” He replied softly and warmly, hand on his chest.

The moment disappeared when a waiter came to take orders for brunch. Once done, she took a quick breath and had to remember what she was here for.

“We have a couple things to discuss. Aurelia here took a couple of solo shots like…two days ago and we got yours, Jaafar, three days before. We all good on that portion.” Frank started, flipping through a printed schedule and his notebook simultaneously.

A page turn later, he looked up at his stars. “This part might just be hard. Studio execs approached me and proposed this so…” The famous director hand that signed “don’t blame me” waved over Frank’s face. “Promoting movies these days is utter garbage and I know you guys can agree.” He pointed a pencil between the two.

“Aurelia, Jaafar…you guys are my stars and I need everything to go right. A De Luca film has never gone wrong.” Frank explained, his eyes moving between the two above the rim of his glasses.

Jaafar leaned forward, “That is true.” He added with a small smile, trying to make the mood a bit lighter than what it just turned to.

“PR is suggesting you two promote this movie by convincing the world that something is happening between you two. We need hangouts, public appearances, interviews, instagram whatevers, tiktoks…just- just shit that will make the world interested.” Frank started and somehow that sounded worse than Damien saying he’d fly with her.

The silence stretched for quite a moment, a gulp or two shared between her and Jaafar.

“And I don’t mean to sound dumb but could you…elaborate on that?” Aurelia asked, her voice cracking as she shifted in her seat. Jaafar’s finger rested between his lips as his elbow leaned on the arm of the chair, quiet as a mouse.

“The movie’s based on a bridesmaid and the best man. It’s a romcom and it needs an insane amount of promotion so what’s better than rumours circulating to make the public interested? None of it’s real, anyway.” Frank just shrugged his shoulders and sipped his coffee as if he didn’t just tilt their world axis.

Another beat of silence.

“Frank,” Jaafar hesitated, now sitting with his hands on his lap and fidgeting with the engagement ring. “And I mean this well. I’m…engaged. It’d be a bad look on my part, y’know? And I’m not sure if Aurelia’s spoken for but….” He trailed off.

“I am.” She said quietly, almost embarrassed that she even said that. “He’s right. It’d be messy.” She breathed out, not wanting to hear the answer from Frank as he held the bridge of his nose together.

“Messy ties Hollywood together. It’s happening. Talk to your partners before we have to leave for Cape Town.” Frank stated, insinuating that he had put his foot down and the decision was final. He took the last sip of his coffee, gathering his items and standing up.

“I’ll see you too soon.” And just like that, he disappeared from the utterly confused pair. Aurelia, dumbfounded and now pissed at the dismissal of this, was about to stand up but a large hand laid on hers, grounding her and she, once again, sat down.

A sigh left his mouth. “It’s alright, he’s just stressed. We just gonna have to work around this.” Jaafar muttered, shifting his hips once again so his back was completely against the chair.

“This is fucked, though. How could he just- I don’t wanna seem like a damn home wrecker!” Aurelia expressed, her chest rising and falling slightly and eventually gave up, knowing that it was either going with it or losing her first lead role and having her parents in her ear.

Jaafar’s hand hadn’t left Aurelia’s arm and in that moment of what seemed like comfort, James walked up to the table with a bright smile and thought he’d see the object of his dreams sitting all pretty by herself. Imagine the scowl on his face when spotting a movie star right next to her with his hand on hers. Grumbling words under his mouth, he shoved the bottle of champagne in a worker’s arms and stomped away.

“We…can do this. Maybe not all the way through but it could be somethin’.” Jaafar suggested. Soft, subtle as if the words could run away any moment.

“You sure? I really don’t wanna step on anybody’s toes.”

“…I’m sure. Just gotta have those tough conversations when we get home.”

“…You know, you pronounce your t’s all the way through. Is that a Jackson thing?”

That caught him off guard. He covered his mouth with his fist, already laughing at the words before he could register any words to conjure up a sentence.

“We can say that.”

“Alright then.” She playfully emphasised the T in the first word, earning another chuckle from him. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he quickly read the words, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.

“Sorry ‘bout that. My fiancée is just checking f’me.” He muttered again, typing a little then putting his phone down.

“What’s her name?”

“Rachel.”

All Aurelia could do was nod. Her mind was running at a million miles per hour, she wasn’t fully present so much so that she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to be near this man right now.

“Yours?”

“Hm?”

“Your partner. Their name.”

“Oh. Right. Damien. Probably somewhere smoking a cigarette.” A half laugh escaped her. Aurelia felt awkward now, she never feels awkward or nervous but now it’s a different story.

She could feel herself closing in and the slight hairs on her arms were raising. Someone was watching them. Turning to the left, she could spot a couple whispering to themselves with phones in their hands. Looking back at Jaafar, you knew that you were sitting next to a movie star who broke records for and with his most adored uncle.

“Hey, let’s take this food to go. We don’t know what kinda PR the studio execs want us to do.” She chuckled softly, already gathering her things and standing up. He followed immediately after and the height difference between them could easily make her squeal.

But nevertheless, she was spoken for.

Everything after that was seamless. Collecting food, paying for the tab from his part, pleasant goodbyes back into their own lives before they’d have to inevitably meet once again.

“So? How’d it go? You seem awfully defeated.” Samantha pried, starting the car up and carefully driving off and through the private driveway leading to the exit of the country club.

Kicking her heels off, Aurelia got comfortable and placed her bag in the backseat. “I’m fucked, Sam. I won’t even hold you. It could get real messy, really quickly.” Aurelia expressed, practically showing her exhaustion to a situation that hasn’t even started.

“Girl, what are you talking about? I saw him when he walked in. Real gentle and real fine too.” Samantha furrowed her brows, tilting her head slightly.

“He’s engaged, Sam.”

“…But he’s not married.”

“Sam! Damn, you can’t say that.” Aurelia stated but couldn’t fully bury the laughter threatening to leave her body.

Samantha now cackled. “This is not my first PR moment with movie stars. You’ll be okay, I swear.” She held the steering wheel while concentrating on Aurelia.

“Y’know I can’t reject this because my dad will chew my head off if I don’t come back holding the movie script.” She rolled her dark brown eyes discreetly at the thought of my parents.

“I know, girl. You’ll do juuuust fine. He won’t do nothing crazy because of his girl. Just like you with David.” Samantha grinned.

“…Damien.”

“That’s what I said.”

“Oh my god, Sam.” Aurelia quietly groaned, leaning against the headrest.

Next week is going to be tough for Aurelia. Hopefully not, but it’ll will.

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Patience is embedded in her pace. So much so, that it can almost be mistaken for a lack of care.

Before she lifts a finger to respond to his text, there’s a list of chores she must run through; There’s grabbing herself a midday snack. Afterwards, it’s studying herself in the mirror, trying to decide if she should get that extra syringe of filler in her lips this month or not. And lastly, she has to freshen up in the bathroom.

All the while, the steady purr of that engine awaits outside. And when she finally remembers that it’s there, that’s when she seems to muster up enough consideration to respond to his message:

Ok

It takes almost another thirty minutes to make it out of the house. She can’t go out there with her hair out of place. He’ll appreciate the effort when he sees it. She knows he will.

And she’s pleased to see that she wasn’t wrong when she pulls that car door open.

He’s sitting up, alert and body turned in her direction. He could’ve fallen asleep by now with all of the waiting she had him doing.

But, she knows he wouldn’t. He’s proven himself too desperate for even a sprinkle of her time.

Fucking loser, she thinks with a scoff.

“Hey.”

His voice wavers with thinly veiled excitement. Even as he smiles, the expression twitches with a weak attempt at keeping one’s face under control. 

She—successfully—fights the urge to grimace.

"Your hair is pretty," he speaks softly, eyeing the lengthy loose-deep wave bundles sitting over her shoulders.

For what seems like the the longest five seconds in her entire life, she stares at him quietly. “Let’s make this quick, I have things to do.”

That isn’t the first time she’s said that, yet … there’s never an explanation for the “things” she mentions. Then again, he never asks. He knows better than to question her.

His nod is too hasty. She allows her upper lip to curl in distaste.

His seat lowers at a pace she can tell is too slow for him. Like, if he could, she swears he would have his seat lower at break-neck speed. She finds it so pathetic.

It’s almost a big enough deal to ruminate on—almost. Until her attention is snatched up, so quickly she doesn’t even get the chance to be disgusted within herself for being so … easy.

The flame of her usual candor is snuffed out. Black baggy sweatpants, structured with fabric thick enough to hide the general shape of his legs, folds and bends around what’s between his thighs.

It hides so little yet so much; the general shape of an untouched dick as it firms up in her presence. Wrinkles pull around her nose with the scrunch of her face.

“God, did u even put on underwear?” Her lashes bat beautifully with every irritated blink.

It takes seconds for her to return eye contact, having to drag her eyes away from his lap. When she does, she only rolls them as he leers at her like a poor man who’s just found gold.

He shakes his head in answer.

“Whatever.”

She doesn’t move with haste, nor deliberate slowness, as she pulls her shorts and underwear off. She moves with a normal pace, in fact. However, in his eyes, she might as well have been losing a race against molasses.

His fingers curl, bend, and snap with the cracking of his knuckles, a habit of restlessness within him she’s come to know. She bites her tongue to keep from lashing out at him for the incessant sound.

She comes to her knees, just seconds away from crawling over to his side when she halts in place. She shoves an accusatory finger in his face. Yet, he doesn’t break eye contact, only gazing into her big, gorgeous brown, irate eyes.

“And don’t fuck around this time—none of that extra shit. You said you wanted to eat, so eat. No fucking talking or praise or—or whatever the fuck it is that you like to do. I’m not your bitch. I just want to get off, that’s all.”

Lower lip caught between his teeth, he nods like an eager dog.

Her warning glare lasts but so long before she folds herself in half on his seat, pulling her knees to her chest. Baby blue shorts have made their way up by her ass, coming to hide between the full cheeks.

That doesn’t distract him from the stretch of the skimpy fabric over her cunt. The curves of her lips, the fullness of her clit—he should be the one asking if she’s wearing any underwear.

Immediately, he gets an answer when she drags the shorts off, tossing them onto the car floor.

Nope.

Shifting an inch lower in his seat as she climbs onto his side, he’s already got a hand in his lap, pushing his dick to sit more comfortably. Every movement she makes as she situates herself atop his chest is punctuated by a jiggle.

It makes his mouth water. And as she moved higher up his body, he sticks his tongue out for a taste. The wet muscle waits for her as she lowers herself right over his face, fat pussy spread for him.

“Fuck,” he groans out from beneath her thighs, voiced muffled. “Been waiting for this.”

“Couldn’t even f-fucking wait.”

Blindly, he squeezes himself through the thick sweats that start to feel more like suffocation than warmth. His hips stutter.

“Stop—fucking moving so much.”

Her words send a straight shot of blood down to his dick. He doesn’t wait for her to tell him when to start. He already knows how this goes. His free hand comes down on a dimples ass cheek with a smack, gripping the fat.

“Hey—”

His tongue slides through her lips with no hesitation, wetting them up and getting them even slicker with his spit. The sound of her breath hitching in her chest is heard, even as he’s under her water.

He smiles against her before he can stop himself. Because no matter how bad she curses him out, he knows that she loves this. All of it. Even the parts she claims to hate.

The muscles in his upper arm flex as his hand travels higher to hold the small of her back, providing strong support as he tongues her clit.

It’s been so long since he’s last tasted her. A week was absolutely ridiculous.

“Fuuuck, I—mmph … missed this,” he mumbles, gently wagging his head beneath her as he burrows his nose in her lips. “Missed kissing … your pussy—“

“Sshut the fuck up.”

The arch in her back deepens with the rocking of her hips. Her knuckles pale as her grip on the top of the backseats harden.

He doesn’t even remember getting his hand in his pants, but that’s the least of his worries as he shakes his head faster. 

“Love this—“ he moans out, cutting himself off.

She chews at her bottom lip as she tries to concentrate on the swivel of her own hips. The dense muscles in her thighs clench and unclench as she moves back and forth, dragging her pussy over his face.

“S-so stop talking, a-and fucking eat,” she says through gritted teeth, breath hitching as he plunges his tongue inside.

A deep groan shakes her to her core as his mouth widens to take more of her in. His hand moves beneath the cover of his pants, pumping slow and steady, squeezing just enough to mimic how he thinks she’d feel on the inside. 

God only knows she would never let him get the chance to experience the real thing.

A hand lets go of the leather seat to sink between her legs. Her fingers—skinny and prettied up with long acrylics his money paid for—snake through his soft, chestnut curls.

“Mmh,” he moans, humping up into his own hand as the pads of her fingers kneed at his scalp.

She doesn’t give him the satisfaction of moaning out for him, letting him know verbally how much she’s enjoying this. All she gives him is the relentless roll of her hips, her ass dimpeling over his chin as her pussy is smushed all over his face.

He feels blessed, truly. 

Blessed to bury his nose within her fat pillowy lips, slicked up with her own juices and his spit. 

Blessed to feel her walls squeeze around his tongue and try to milk it like it were his dick, desperate to be filled with his nut—or he wishes, at least. 

Blessed to feel the firm pumping of blood to her swollen clit against his upper lip as he plays with it.

“O-oh, God—“ He inhales so sharply, his chest locking up beneath her body, as those fingers coil tight with his curls and tug.

“You’re getting greedy.”

“H-hm?” His hips stutter.

“Moving like … you always have access to me … to th-this,” she pants.

He shakes his head against her, brushing his lips against her clit—unwilling to even pull away for just a second to respond.

She tugs harder.

“Agh—fuck—“

“Should be fucking thankful … even giving you the time of f-fucking day.”

He twitches in his hand, a dribble of precum slipping out and soaking his boxers.

“Y-you’re right—“

She readjusts her seating, dragging her cunt and ass against his face.

His hand falls from the small of her back down to an ass cheek. His fingers grip it tight, just imagining the way the fat spills through them.

“Fuck, I’m sorry … I-I’m sorry.” His voice is muffled against her hot, wet skin. He releases the tight grip on her to rub at the supple skin, feeling the cellulite and stretch marks beneath his palm. “M’sorry … s-so sorry.”

His licks turn tentative, moving with the purpose of enjoying everything that she gives him. Everything. There isn’t a single part of her that he rejects. He licks her down like a plate.

A weak shudder trickles down her spine, eyes shutting for half-a-second as she almost lets a tiny mewl slip. 

“Sorry,” he croaks. His lips press an apologetic smooch to her clit, feeling it thump against him. “I’m Sorry.” His words blur into a mumble as he nuzzle into her cunt again, feeling her honey drip and glaze over his face.

She’s all he smells, feels, and tastes. She’s all around him, his atmosphere.

“I don’t wanna fucking apology,” she murmurs, eyes low and unfocused as she uses his face to reach her peak. “Tell me … what it felt like, waiting a-all week for me.”

His eyes roll back. His brain short circuits, moving on the first, stupid thought it spits out. He lifts his hips to blindly push his pants further down. He pulls his dick out, exposing it to the car’s moist and heated air.

“Tell me,” she grits out, pulling at his hair again.

“Yes, baby—shit,” he moans, eyes closed and mouth open. “It was … s-so hard.”

His voice cracks. Her thighs tremble around his head and his hand steadies her at her back again.

“Kept … kept remembering the way you … way you tasted...”

His hand passes back and forth over his dick, spreading his precum over his taught skin. If they listened hard enough, they could hear the soft squidge of his slicked up skin as he beat his dick.

“Could feel you … o-on my tongue, I …” His tongue finds her clit and suckles at it, completely forgetting what he was saying. 

She not so much as allowed it as she is desperate for her own climax. 

He lets her pearl go with a quiet pop. “Was going crazy, baby. Could smell you everywhere … missed you.” His voice is almost a cry. “Missed you so bad, I … mmph!”

Cum spills down his dick in a messy dribble, slipping over wet skin and his fist as he continues to tug.

“So hard … was so hard anyt-time—thought about you.”

His words melt into a slurred mess.

“Wish you could see me, huh?” she pants. “Have me cum all over you, h-hm?”

“Mmh—fuck, yes, Mommy,” he mumbles breathlessly into her.

Her walls flutter at the word and her eyes threaten to roll back. The drop she feels in her lower tummy is steep.

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