not enough t4t punk shit on here
we’re at a house party and they pull me into their lap. we chat as their hands wander and we’re both a little high and their face is so close to mine and I can’t stop looking at their piercings and they can’t stop their hand from wandering under my patched up jacket that I refuse to take off even though the air in here is thick and warm
I get up to go to the kitchen. They follow and there’s no one else in here. The music and the noise is dulled and the light is dimmer. They turn me and grab at my hips, rings clacking against my belt chain and they kiss me open mouth all teeth and metal and I can taste the edible we shared. They shove a hand down my pants and find my tdick and press in hard. I’m grinding down into the heel of their palm while they shove a finger in my cunt, then another. My pants and boxers are pushed down lower as they pant into my mouth and I try to keep quiet. I’m clumsily feeling up their crotch while they press their face into my neck
After they’ve worked three fingers into me, they spin me roughly and push me against the counter. My pants are around my ankles and I can hear them undoing their fly and I press my ass back to feel their cock against my backside
We grind like that for a moment, our jackets and pins and chains rubbing together in time with our movements. They reach around to play with my dick, rubbing me between two knuckles while their other hand grabs at my chest, pushing my binder up and tweaking a nipple hard
I groan and feel their dick twitch, pressed between their stomach and my ass and I grind back on their lap and they squeeze my hip
fuck.. ah where do you want me
fuck my cunt, fuck me, need you in me
they groan as they run their cock against my messy boycunt
I whine as they linger there, and their hand goes back to stroking my dick as they start to push in.
I moan outright as they work themself into me, pushing back against them and gripping the counter
I groan. They start to move, sliding in and out of my hole, my cunt making sloppy wet sounds as they fuck me against the cabinets. My belt chain collides with the wood loudly as they speed up, thrusting into me hard and bottoming out, their free hand roughly pulls my hips back in time with their thrusts before reaching up to pull at my hair
I’m moaning and keening in earnest now and hoping that the music in the next room is drowning me out. My head is fuzzy and every thrust is pushing me bodily into the counter
Suddenly they grab me by the shoulders, turn me a shove me to the linoleum floor, wedging a boot between my thighs and pressing their leaking cock to my drooling mouth. I take them into my mouth, but they impatiently grab the back of my head, fucking themself into my throat. I suck and swallow and gasp, my hands scrabbling at their ass and thighs. They pull out and i start stroking them off, their tip pressed to my tongue
They come in my mouth as I grind my aching tdick against their laces, still mouthing at them when they pull me up by my jacket and drag me in the direction of the stairs