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Helena! If it would be no trouble - any chance of the [tease.] Prompt with your reporter Bob Floyd? 👀 I'm low-key a bit obsessed with that character.
If however the creative juices are with the mayors daughter and Rhett, consider this your open invite for savour 🙂↕️
Res! Believe it or not, I've been thinking about 1930's reporter!Bob recently. I miss him, so let's do this 🫶
i got in the zone so this is a bit long lol. there's a bit of [first.] in there too because it is set in the olden days. it's also forbidden love, yearning, bob floyd is a muncher in all universes. i said what i said. 18+/minors dni.
She shouldn’t be here.
She shouldn’t be in his apartment in the seedy part of town, wearing a dress like that, looking like she’s made for him.
But she is.
Now the dress is a pool of fabric on the floor, and she’s standing in front of him, back pressed against a wall in his bedroom. Her undergarments are somewhere on the floor too, and all around them hairpins lay strewn across the hardwood. Her hazel eyes glazed over, nipples pert and begging for his touch, and a patch of dark hair between her thighs that makes his mouth water.
She shouldn’t be here, but she is.
“Stunning,” he mutters and stalks forward. Their mouths meet in a kiss that’s all teeth and wicked desperation. She’s clinging to him, and all the pretty noises she makes are enough to drive him wild.
His hands roam her body, soft skin and curves all on display for him. He could write a book on her body alone. She gasps when his lips leave hers, kissing his way down her neck, across her collarbone. He pays extra attention to those beautiful nipples, easing some of the ache.
“Oh, Mr. Floyd,” she breathes, still so prim and proper even as she stands naked before him
“Bob,” he corrects, letting go of her nipple with a wet pop. He looks up at her, and the sight is so erotic he’s afraid he’s going to come just from this.
She nods, pulling at his hair as if trying to get his mouth back on hers. He’s happy to oblige, but the look on her face when he sinks to his knees in front of her and kisses her belly is so shocked, he almost laughs.
“W–What are you doing?”
He leaves wet kisses on her hipbones, relishing the sound of her labored breathing. “Kissing you,” he mumbles against her warm skin, hands sliding across her soft thighs. Dipping his head lower, he runs his tongue right above the patch of dark hair.
“Please,” she whines, probably unsure of what she’s asking for. It’s like music to his ears.
He grins, biting her hip gently, smoothing the pain over with his tongue. “Please, what, sweetheart? Use your words.” She’s wet for him, desperate and aching. He can sense it, and he can’t wait to taste either. All she has to do is ask.
He’s so hard it hurts. He needs relief, but not before he’s gotten her there. This pretty, repressed spitfire woman needs someone to guide her through it, to stay with her and make it good. He wants to be that man. The ring that was supposed to be there after tonight is nowhere to be seen. Did she reject Pike’s proposal? He hopes so.
“I don’t know,” she whines again. “Just touch me.”
He smiles against her skin, sliding his hand across the rough hair, not quite where she wants him but close enough. “I am touching you, sweetheart.”
She shakes her head, keening when he kisses the tops of her thighs. “Not there,” she hisses through gritted teeth. She’s writhing against the wall, and somewhere deep inside, he loves the shift in their dynamic. Usually, she’s the one with all the power. She’s a New York City socialite, and he’s a measly reporter, but right now, it’s him she’s begging for.
“No?” She shakes her head again. “Where then?”
She looks him dead in the eye when she says lower.
Well now I need savor with Rhett and mayor's daughter please 👀👀
Ask and you shall receive 🫶
rhett is a yearner and he's in his feels, but he also fucks. 18+/minors dni.
Rhett fucks like he rides bulls, hard and fast.
The goal is to get off, then leave as quickly as possible. No lingering, no cuddling, and certainly no exchanging of phone numbers or promises to call. Sex helps him blow off steam. It’s nothing more than a means to an end.
Until her.
He carried her into the bedroom, fully intending to fuck like normal. Quick and dirty. But he couldn’t. Not with their history or the feelings that have been driving him insane for the past couple of weeks. Simply kissing her nearly sent him over the edge, for God’s sake.
So, here they are. She’s under him, taking all of him as if she’s made for him, and she’s so beautiful like this. Head thrown back in pleasure, unabashedly cursing and clawing at his back. Heat licks his spine, and he knows he’s close, but he’s not ready for this to be over yet.
That, and he needs her to come first. It’s never mattered before, but he does the impossible. He slows down.
Her eyes pop open as his rhythm changes, and she looks as wrecked as he feels. His cock glides in and out of her tight heat in fluid strokes, his thrusts deeper and more deliberate than before.
“Rhett...” she gasps, breathy and desperate.
He leans down and kisses her soft lips, swallowing the sound of her moans, feeling her slick pussy clamp down around him as she goes over the edge. The look on her face as she orgasms is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. She’s a work of art.
“That’s it,” he mutters, strokes still slow as he guides her through it. “So good for me.” Heat rushes through him, and he’s right on the precipice, but he doesn’t go faster.
It’s different with her because it means something. As if sensing his thoughts, her eyes open again, and she raises her hands, gripping the sides of his face. She keeps her eyes trained on his, a sated smile on her face, hissing with sensitivity.
“Come inside,” she whispers, and he all but snaps. He picks the pace back up, slamming into her, chasing his high, but his eyes never waver from hers. She’s all he sees, all he feels, and when he comes, he explodes.
She shouts his name as she milks him for all he’s worth, and when he can finally catch a breath, he knows he’ll never go back to mindless fucks again.
Helena! If it would be no trouble - any chance of the [tease.] Prompt with your reporter Bob Floyd? 👀 I'm low-key a bit obsessed with that character.
If however the creative juices are with the mayors daughter and Rhett, consider this your open invite for savour 🙂↕️
Res! Believe it or not, I've been thinking about 1930's reporter!Bob recently. I miss him, so let's do this 🫶
i got in the zone so this is a bit long lol. there's a bit of [first.] in there too because it is set in the olden days. it's also forbidden love, yearning, bob floyd is a muncher in all universes. i said what i said. 18+/minors dni.
She shouldn’t be here.
She shouldn’t be in his apartment in the seedy part of town, wearing a dress like that, looking like she’s made for him.
But she is.
Now the dress is a pool of fabric on the floor, and she’s standing in front of him, back pressed against a wall in his bedroom. Her undergarments are somewhere on the floor too, and all around them hairpins lay strewn across the hardwood. Her hazel eyes glazed over, nipples pert and begging for his touch, and a patch of dark hair between her thighs that makes his mouth water.
She shouldn’t be here, but she is.
“Stunning,” he mutters and stalks forward. Their mouths meet in a kiss that’s all teeth and wicked desperation. She’s clinging to him, and all the pretty noises she makes are enough to drive him wild.
His hands roam her body, soft skin and curves all on display for him. He could write a book on her body alone. She gasps when his lips leave hers, kissing his way down her neck, across her collarbone. He pays extra attention to those beautiful nipples, easing some of the ache.
“Oh, Mr. Floyd,” she breathes, still so prim and proper even as she stands naked before him
“Bob,” he corrects, letting go of her nipple with a wet pop. He looks up at her, and the sight is so erotic he’s afraid he’s going to come just from this.
She nods, pulling at his hair as if trying to get his mouth back on hers. He’s happy to oblige, but the look on her face when he sinks to his knees in front of her and kisses her belly is so shocked, he almost laughs.
“W–What are you doing?”
He leaves wet kisses on her hipbones, relishing the sound of her labored breathing. “Kissing you,” he mumbles against her warm skin, hands sliding across her soft thighs. Dipping his head lower, he runs his tongue right above the patch of dark hair.
“Please,” she whines, probably unsure of what she’s asking for. It’s like music to his ears.
He grins, biting her hip gently, smoothing the pain over with his tongue. “Please, what, sweetheart? Use your words.” She’s wet for him, desperate and aching. He can sense it, and he can’t wait to taste either. All she has to do is ask.
He’s so hard it hurts. He needs relief, but not before he’s gotten her there. This pretty, repressed spitfire woman needs someone to guide her through it, to stay with her and make it good. He wants to be that man. The ring that was supposed to be there after tonight is nowhere to be seen. Did she reject Pike’s proposal? He hopes so.
“I don’t know,” she whines again. “Just touch me.”
He smiles against her skin, sliding his hand across the rough hair, not quite where she wants him but close enough. “I am touching you, sweetheart.”
She shakes her head, keening when he kisses the tops of her thighs. “Not there,” she hisses through gritted teeth. She’s writhing against the wall, and somewhere deep inside, he loves the shift in their dynamic. Usually, she’s the one with all the power. She’s a New York City socialite, and he’s a measly reporter, but right now, it’s him she’s begging for.
“No?” She shakes her head again. “Where then?”
She looks him dead in the eye when she says lower.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Well now I need savor with Rhett and mayor's daughter please 👀👀
Ask and you shall receive 🫶
rhett is a yearner and he's in his feels, but he also fucks. 18+/minors dni.
Rhett fucks like he rides bulls, hard and fast.
The goal is to get off, then leave as quickly as possible. No lingering, no cuddling, and certainly no exchanging of phone numbers or promises to call. Sex helps him blow off steam. It’s nothing more than a means to an end.
Until her.
He carried her into the bedroom, fully intending to fuck like normal. Quick and dirty. But he couldn’t. Not with their history or the feelings that have been driving him insane for the past couple of weeks. Simply kissing her nearly sent him over the edge, for God’s sake.
So, here they are. She’s under him, taking all of him as if she’s made for him, and she’s so beautiful like this. Head thrown back in pleasure, unabashedly cursing and clawing at his back. Heat licks his spine, and he knows he’s close, but he’s not ready for this to be over yet.
That, and he needs her to come first. It’s never mattered before, but he does the impossible. He slows down.
Her eyes pop open as his rhythm changes, and she looks as wrecked as he feels. His cock glides in and out of her tight heat in fluid strokes, his thrusts deeper and more deliberate than before.
“Rhett...” she gasps, breathy and desperate.
He leans down and kisses her soft lips, swallowing the sound of her moans, feeling her slick pussy clamp down around him as she goes over the edge. The look on her face as she orgasms is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. She’s a work of art.
“That’s it,” he mutters, strokes still slow as he guides her through it. “So good for me.” Heat rushes through him, and he’s right on the precipice, but he doesn’t go faster.
It’s different with her because it means something. As if sensing his thoughts, her eyes open again, and she raises her hands, gripping the sides of his face. She keeps her eyes trained on his, a sated smile on her face, hissing with sensitivity.
“Come inside,” she whispers, and he all but snaps. He picks the pace back up, slamming into her, chasing his high, but his eyes never waver from hers. She’s all he sees, all he feels, and when he comes, he explodes.
She shouts his name as she milks him for all he’s worth, and when he can finally catch a breath, he knows he’ll never go back to mindless fucks again.
Well now I need savor with Rhett and mayor's daughter please 👀👀
Ask and you shall receive 🫶
rhett is a yearner and he's in his feels, but he also fucks. 18+/minors dni.
Rhett fucks like he rides bulls, hard and fast.
The goal is to get off, then leave as quickly as possible. No lingering, no cuddling, and certainly no exchanging of phone numbers or promises to call. Sex helps him blow off steam. It’s nothing more than a means to an end.
Until her.
He carried her into the bedroom, fully intending to fuck like normal. Quick and dirty. But he couldn’t. Not with their history or the feelings that have been driving him insane for the past couple of weeks. Simply kissing her nearly sent him over the edge, for God’s sake.
So, here they are. She’s under him, taking all of him as if she’s made for him, and she’s so beautiful like this. Head thrown back in pleasure, unabashedly cursing and clawing at his back. Heat licks his spine, and he knows he’s close, but he’s not ready for this to be over yet.
That, and he needs her to come first. It’s never mattered before, but he does the impossible. He slows down.
Her eyes pop open as his rhythm changes, and she looks as wrecked as he feels. His cock glides in and out of her tight heat in fluid strokes, his thrusts deeper and more deliberate than before.
“Rhett...” she gasps, breathy and desperate.
He leans down and kisses her soft lips, swallowing the sound of her moans, feeling her slick pussy clamp down around him as she goes over the edge. The look on her face as she orgasms is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. She’s a work of art.
“That’s it,” he mutters, strokes still slow as he guides her through it. “So good for me.” Heat rushes through him, and he’s right on the precipice, but he doesn’t go faster.
It’s different with her because it means something. As if sensing his thoughts, her eyes open again, and she raises her hands, gripping the sides of his face. She keeps her eyes trained on his, a sated smile on her face, hissing with sensitivity.
“Come inside,” she whispers, and he all but snaps. He picks the pace back up, slamming into her, chasing his high, but his eyes never waver from hers. She’s all he sees, all he feels, and when he comes, he explodes.
She shouts his name as she milks him for all he’s worth, and when he can finally catch a breath, he knows he’ll never go back to mindless fucks again.
