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pairing â dr. michael ârobbyâ robinavitch x f!reader x dr. jack abbot; rabbot x reader
rating â mature. minors dni
wc â 6.6k
summary â reader is on a medical convention with her attending. what happens when she meets two charming doctors at the resortâs beach on their day off?
warnings â age gap (reader is in her late twenties to early thirties, robby and jack are in their late forties/early fifties). smut with a fluffy ending. complete filth. mmf. yes, thereâs old men yaoi in this, robby and jack get frisky with each other, please be aware if you are not into it. voyeurism, female masturbation, fingering, a bit of manhandling, facesitting, oral (f and m receiving), protected sex and use of lube. p in v, double vaginal penetration, slight face fucking, some breathplay, spit play, slapping, pet names/name calling (sweetheart, honey, pretty girl, good girl, dumb, little slut, slut, trouble, sir), multiple orgasms, squirting. drinking (no one gets intoxicated, no dubcon). soft dom!jack, hard dom!robby. reader is the proud owner of a bush. once again, reader is a menace. reader has this grey area relationship with her attending that she doesnât really see it, but itâs sort of implied. couple of e.r. nods thrown there. she/her pronouns and afab!reader. no specific descriptions of body type, race or ethnicity, but reader is described to wear one of robbyâs shirts and to have a soft tummy. all lowercase for styling purposes.
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dividers by @/uzmacchiato
you hate conventions. you hate how stuffy they feel, how you have to smile and fake laugh and play pretend, only to stroke the easily bruised egos of doctors who one day could be your boss. it fucking sucks that you canât be yourself.
but still, you come. you come because, for some reason you are still to find out, your attending loves you. not in the âi expect something sexual out of youâ way (which you wouldnât complain, to be honest, sheâs a beautiful woman), but maybe in a âi see me in youâ way. it has been like this since you were an intern, and now as an r3, you two only seem to get closer.
itâs great, you canât lie. you adore her and you are thankful for everything she does for you, itâs like having a best friend and a mentor all in one. yeah, people talk a lot, speculate about your relationship and even rh got involved once, but itâs nothing besides a mentor and her mentee bond.
and because of that, youâve been to so many conventions and expos that youâve lost count.
yeah, you hate it, but it has its perks. like staying at a beach resort in cancun.
itâs the second to last day of the convention, the one they usually let everyone do what they want during the day and throw a big party to close it off at night. so you do what most of the people do, you go to the resortsâ beach.
itâs earlyish, around 8a.m. the sun is not that hot yet and itâs pleasant enough for you to bask in it. as you expected, the beach is not crowded, most of the doctors usually sleep late on the last day and you like to take advantage of that. so you set your towel on the sand, untie your bikini top so you donât get any tanlines, reapply your spray sunscreen and turn the music on your headphones on. you brought a book, one of those spicy romances that you liked to read to escape reality, but this one wasnât doing it for you, so you decide to just enjoy the music and the natureâs view.
your approach to the beach is a bit methodic. you tan for fifteen minutes in the front, turn around and tan for another fifteen on the back. then you stay for god knows how long in the water and get back to the hotel for breakfast. itâs usually when the beach starts to get a bit more crowded, by 09:30.
itâs around the ten minute mark of your back tanning session when you feel someone approach, they sit down on the bench-like shaped rock that nature had carved over the years. they are lucky enough to start talking in that âin between songsâ silent period, so you hear a male voice say âyou here for the medical convention?â
you pause the music, something you donât do for many people, take the headphones off and raise your head to see the owner.
itâs a man in his late forties, handsome with an edge. these really soft looking, salt and pepper curls that you know it would be great to pull on, the stubble of a day old beard and the prettiest hazel-green eyes you have ever seen. he is tanned, freckled skin and toned body. he doesnât really have a six pack, but thereâs hint of a v line that is making you salivate. you can see that he wears a prosthesis on his right leg, and that somehow just adds to his aura.
after your eyes get used to the clarity once again, you answer. âyeah, you?â
he nods. âdr. jack abbot. attending, emergency medicine. just jack,â he shakes his head and snorts âiâm not a doctor right now, am i?â he extends his hand, offering a handshake. you take and offer him your name, when you are about to give him your position and what you are specialising in, he says. âno, hold on. let me guess.â he sees you are struggling with the straps of your bikini top, wanting to tie it again so you can sit up and give him better attention, so he gets up and offers to tie it for you. he smells so good, woody, earthy and a bit salty. the tip of his fingers brush against the nape of your neck and goosebumps rise over your arms. you think he notices it as he lets a little huff out. he pulls the strings a bit and asks âtoo tight?â and you shake your head. when he finishes, he says âthere you go.â and you sit up.
âso⊠youâre an r2, maybe r3, in dermatology.â jack says, very confidently.
you laugh. âclose, youâre good at this. iâm an r3, almost r4, in dermatology and emergency medicine.â
âdouble specialty?â he whistles. âyouâre a tough one, huh?â
âor maybe i just hate myself.â you laugh and he shakes his head.
âyou look like a smart girl.â
âthanks.â you feel the heat rise on you face. âwhat about your guard dog over there?â you say as you point to the other man sitting on a lounge chair in one of the huts that oversees the beach. you had noticed he has been staring for a while.
you had seen him around the resort before. heâs tall, with dark hair and a beard that is getting some grays in it, very charming. heâs probably in the same age range as jack, but opposite to jack, he has a hairy torso and a soft tummy, one you would commit crimes just to lay your head on. he has an almost boyish charm to him, kind eyes that fools the untrained ones, he definitely hides some darkness in there.
jack laughs at your choice of words. âthatâs robby, heâs my best friend.â jack cocks his head back at robby. âwhat do you think he is?" you look at him, take a good look at him. he smiles and waves at you. you return the gesture and hums, pretending to be thinking. âtrauma surgeon. chief attending?â
jack laughs an honest laugh. âoh, heâs gonna hate that.â he cleans his face from a happy tear that fell and continues. âtell me, sweetheart, did you have breakfast already?â you shake your head, denying. âcome on then, join us.â
jack helped you up, helped you gather your belongings and even carried your beach bag for you. his hand felt warm on your middle back, and made you wonder how it would feel like somewhere else.
âshe thinks youâre a surgeon.â jack says and laughs when robbyâs face sours.
âyou think so little of me, honey?â robby says as he extends his hand for you to shake. âmichael robinavitch. you can call me robby.â
you laugh shyly at the tone of his voice and accepts the hand shake. you give him your name and your position and specialisation and his eyes wide, followed by an acknowledging nod. âso we got a genius between us. smart girl.â he gives you that sweet smile again.
the constant praise from two of the hottest men youâve ever seen is making something boil inside of you that you only felt when you used to hookup with the attending surgeon during your intern year. he left for a better position at a hospital in new york. no one ate you out like he did. you miss him. robby reminds you of him a lot, maybe that influenced your answer.
you have a surprisingly good time with the two of them. they are funny, jack in a cranky way and robby in a self deprecating way. sounds weird but itâs very charming. they ask about you first, so tell them you are a resident at chicago county general hospital, that you liked it there but that you are not sure if itâs going to be your end game. you tell them about your attending, how she always brings you to these events, only to, when robby asks her name, find out they went to med school together.
they tell you about pittsburgh and the ptmc, how different it is to be attending during the day and night (you can see the stark difference between them, jack is more laid back, the kind that has already accepted the woes of life and just goes with it, and robby⊠well, he looks like he is one wellness check call away). jack tells you about the military and robby about how it was working during covid. you guys talk about hobbies, you tell them you donât have much time right now, but that you like to knit to destress, jack tells you how he is a volunteer tactical medic, to which you say âoh, so you work as a hobby?â he shakes his head and laughs. robby says he is working on a bike and goes for rides, you nod your head in a slight condescending manner and say âand you are in a midlife crisis and have a death wish. hot.â
robby looks at you, purses his lips a few times and smiles. âyouâre trouble.â
you nod and tell him. âyeah, an old man told me this, once. you remind me of him.â and smile. both him and jack laugh.
conversation flows so easily between the three of you that you lose track of time. you only realise youâve spent all morning with them when your attending texts asking if the outing into the city you two had decided to go on last night, for lunch and shopping, is still up. so you tell them you got to go, you say your goodbyes and jack asks âwill we see you tonight at the party, sweetheart?â
you nod. âyeah.â
to say you were nervous for the party was an underestimate. did you have a reason to? maybe? you donât know. yeah, you wanted to see robby and jack again, maybe hookup with one of them, they seemed interested. were you seeing things where there arenât none? maybe, you were really trying not to think too much about it.
so you got dressed, thanked your past self for packing the outfit that always grabbed the attention from older guys when you wore it, black wide legged trousers and the black high neck top with a plunging cut, comfortable black heels and cherry perfume. enough make up to just accentuate your features.
you spent more time pep talking yourself than anything else.
not long after, your attending knocked and you left for the bar together.
itâs not a party per se, they closed the bigger bar of the resort like they do most years, hired some local band to play live music while people talked, drank and ate. it is nice, it is a distraction, the food is good and the drinks are even better. it is also a good opportunity to talk, to make yourself known, to maybe get in the good graces of some attending or director of a hospital in an interesting city.
your attending knows you donât want to stay in chicago, which makes her sad, but sheâs supportive enough, she has been there too and wished someone had done the same for her, so she introduces you to everyone she knows.
and thatâs how you spent the last two hours, forcing smiles so many times you jaw aches, talking to men and women about your skills and hoping they would remember you a year from now. itâs tiring. your feet hurt and you need a drink. also, no sight of robby and jack the whole night. you wonder if they will show up.
you excuse yourself, tell your attending you need some air and head to the outdoor area. there is a smaller bar counter there, one used to serve the few people that are outside smoking or the ones that donât want to be bothered by the crowd.
you sit down, ask for a paloma and, after itâs served, you turn around to people watch.
you loved doing this during conventions, it was rather funny seeing the uptight doctors let loose. so far you have seen one being carried out by his friends, completely shit faced, another resident, probably an r1, throw up behind a bush, the neurosurgeon you attending hated leave with someone who definitely isnât his wife, and your attending chatting up the cardiologist she always hooked up with during these events. that made you laugh and shake your head.
âwhatâs so funny?â you heard the same voice that asked you this morning if you were here for the convention, ask.
you smile at jack. ânothing in particular.â
he looks at you for a while, takes in your form, eyes spending a little too much time on the plunging cut of your top, then on your lips, the red of your lipstick a bit too mesmerising, and finally, he looks you in your eyes. you sip on the last of your drink as he does, almost as a dare.
jack looks good, knit cream shirt that hugs his muscular chest and arms, almost popping when he flexes it, and a deep shade of brown slacks that sits so pretty on his butt. a nice watch on his wrist, nice pair of dress shoes, hair messy enough to be effortlessly stylish. picture perfect for a date night.
he shakes his head, finally taking the seat beside you. jack leans on, lips almost touching the tip of your ear lobe. âsee that guy over there?â he points to a tall man, probably in his fifties talking to a woman. he continues after you nod. âhe got so shitfaced once in one of these that he woke up buttnaked in the corridor near his room. the maid was the one to find him in the morning.â
that made you laugh harder than it should, and hold jackâs arm in reflex. âoh, that poor woman.â
âwhat are you drinking?â jack asks and you tell him. âhad too many of those?â
âno, this is my first one. donât really like going over the board in these events.â
jack hums in agreement. âgood girl.â the praise makes you bite the inside of your lower lip, the way jack squeezes your arm lets you know he saw it. âwant another?â
you nod.
âanother one of what sheâs having for her and whiskey for me. neat.â he tells the bartender.
comfortable silence falls between you as you wait for your drinks, the thumb of the hand that squeezed you is now on your elbow, tracing soft circles. you wonder if jack realises what he is doing or if it is automatic to him.
it makes your legs press together a bit harder.
when the bartender finally hands you your drinks, jack grabs them and asks you to follow him. he takes you to one of the conversation pits a bit further from the loud bar and near the sand. as if he read your mind, he tells you ârobby is having to kiss ass right now. something about a possible donor to the hospital and the directors wanted him to talk to her.â you nod.
he notices you looking at the ring on his finger. âno wife waiting at home. well, just the one in the urn.â
your face contorts when you squeeze your eyes shut. âjesus, jack.â you laugh and he follows you.
your laughter is interrupted by robby complaining. âi swear to god, if gloria makes me do this again iâll be jumping off the roof.â he bows down and kisses your head. âhi, honey.â
you smile and wave your fingers at him.
something about robbyâs outfit makes you overheat. nice shoes, dark wash jeans with a straight cut, white button down, the first two buttons unbuttoned, enough to give you a peak of his chest hair, and a black jacket. well fitted, so well fitted that it frames his shoulders perfectly, showing how broad he is. itâs making you lightheaded.
âchief attending, the face of the ptmc, baby!â jack exclaims and robby shoots him a warning look.
they talk about admin stuff, the donor and things that donât really concern you, so you just sit there looking pretty and nodding sometimes.
they are talking about something that happened in one of those donor parties when your attending calls your name. she sees robby sitting near you and goes to talk to him.
ârobby, hi! havenât seen you in a while.â she tells the older man as she hugs him. robby introduces jack and she introduces her cardiologist fling.
he squeezes your shoulder and you see how fast robbyâs and jackâs eyes ping pongs between his hand, him and you. you stifle a laugh.
your attending looks at you and the two man, how close you are sitting next to them. she gives you a knowing smile. âsweetie, just stopped by to tell you iâm heading back and see if you need anything.â
âiâm good.â you tell her.
she nods, looking at you a bit longer than necessary. she turns to robby and starts talking. ârobinavitch, youâve got a precious gem in your hands. you better take good care of her. sheâs the best professional iâve ever had the pleasure of working with.â
âdonât worry, i will. keep singing her praises and i might steal her from you.â
âweâll see.â she laughs. âbye guys.â
robby is quiet, you notice him studying you while you and jack talk enthusiastically about procedures he did during the military, he was in the middle of explaining a surgery he did in the middle of the desert when robby asks âwhy donât we head back too?â the two of you look at him. âwhat do you say, honey?â
you nod, getting up. âyeah, letâs go.â
the warmth of both of the menâs hands on your back is dizzying.
the walk back to their room is quiet. you think itâs robbyâs by the way he is leading. youâre thankful his suite is located on the opposite side of the resort of yours and your attendingâs.
when you arrive at his room, you notice it has the same layout as yours. spacious, big tv, a desk with a chair, king size bed and floor to ceiling windows that led to a view of the beach. you love that you can hear the waves crashing.
you sit down on the end bed, jack following suit, sitting by your right. his hand is less shy now, roaming around the small of your back with the slowest pass of fingers, squeezing your waist from time to time. robby is still by the threshold looking at the two of you, silently. itâs when jack kisses your shoulder and gives it a nip that makes you bite your lip that robby speaks again. âhoney, you know thatââ
you interrupt him. ârobby, i know what you want. wouldnât be here if i didnât want the same. i clocked your âme and myââ you pause, considering which word to use. âfriend saw you from across the bar and really liked your vibeâ vibe.â jack laughs at your comment, giving the base of your neck another nip, you whimper and continue. âitâs not the first time, probably wonât be the last.â
robby nods, uncrossing his arms. you tap the spot on your left, and he sits.
you turn your head to face him, a smile on your lips. âhi.â
âhi, honey.â
you smile again, look from his eyes to his lips a couple of times and kiss him.
itâs hot, but not messy as you thought it would be. robby kisses you with precision, a hand on the back of your head, through your hair, to bring you closer. itâs commanding, imperative, his tongue works yours with ease, taking everything you have to give.
jack still on your neck, biting you hard enough to bruise. his hand squeezes your breasts through your top. he notices that you are braless, and pinches one of your perky nipples. you moan in robbyâs mouth and that makes him tighten the grip on your hair.
you lift your right hand, feeling around to find jackâs head. you run your fingers through his hair, gripping it tight to pull him to join the kiss.
robby groans when he feels jackâs lips connect with yours. the feeling of both of their tongues on yours is thrilling, makes a shiver run down your spine and your pussy get wetter.
both of your hands are occupied playing with their hairs, also pulling them closer.
you pull out to take a breath. robby and jack continue kissing without you, the hottest sight you have ever seen. itâs rough, borderline animalistic, the way the men are eating each other.
you sit back on the bed to watch, bracing yourself on your elbows. they bite and pull, undressing each other. your breath hitches when they unzip their slacks, hands working with expert movements on the other manâs cock.
you unzip your own trousers, fingers rapidly making their way to your throbbing, neglected clit. you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with the sight. it is maddening, you have been in threesomes before, say a configuration and you have done it (your first years of medical school were⊠something), but this, the sight of two of the hottest dudes you have ever seen, the kind of men you and your friends would fantasise about on sleepovers, going at it is truly maddening.
you wonder if this is how tashi felt in challengers.
you can feel the beginning of your orgasm building and itâs the moan that slips past your lips that breaks their bubble.
itâs overwhelmingly hot the way they are looking at you, almost predatory. they are heaving and the way their hard cocks move with the motion of their bodies is hypnotising.
itâs not those monster cocks people talk about in books or fanfiction, but big enough that you know they will hit the right places. jackâs is longer, a bit thinner in girth but slightly curved upwards. robbyâs is shorter but thicker, enough to make you worry about how you are going to make it fit.
jack is the one to break the silence. âlook at her, robby. the poor thing is having to touch herself.â
âwe are bad hosts, jack. we invite her over and leave her like this.â robby says in such a condescending tone that you get wetter, somehow. âbut this isnât about us. iâm sorry, honey.â
they come over to you, assuming their previous position by your sides. jack helps you take your shirt off and robbyâs eyes widen the slightest bit when he sees you braless.
he kisses your necks, makes the way down your shoulder to your left breast, peppering small kisses. before he takes your nipple between his lips, he asks âyouâre a little slut, arenât you? a needy, little slut.â you hum and nod.
jack pops the nipple he was sucking on out of his mouth, slowly licking it before saying âanswer him, sweetheart.â
you gulp and nod and say âyeah, iâm a needy little slut.â in a breathy voice.
âgood girl.â jack tells you and goes back to sucking your nipple.
robby nods, give your perky tit a couple of kisses before starting to suck it himself.
itâs overwhelming in the best way possible. the way they alternate between licking, sucking and lightly grazing their teeth has you bracing yourself on the duvet, and your other hand working faster on your clit. you are at the tipping point of your orgasm when you let out a shuddering moan and jack notices. he grabs your wrist, taking your hand out of your pants, it makes you whine in protest and he shushes you. jack brings your hand to his lips, sucking one of the two fingers you were using. he calls robby, who looks up at the two of you. he quickly understands what jack wants and opens up his mouth so jack can shove your fingers in. robby sucks them, humming.
you whisper a âshitâ, breathless.
robby tells you are very sweet.
jack agrees.
they get back to assaulting your nipples and jackâs fingers replace yours on your clit. he letâs out a barely understandable âfuckâ when he feels your bush.
you were always one to wax, until one day with that surgeon ex, where he told you he felt weird about eating you hairless and asked you to grow it out. you always kept it trimmed like it is now, and somehow that was always a hit with the older guys you used to go out with.
youâre once again thankful to your past self for cancelling the brazilian and going for a bikini line instead.
jack is so dexterous with his fingers, maybe itâs a combination of the size of his digits and the pressure that he is applying that makes your orgasm fastly build again and crash without a warning. it knocks the air out of you.
both of the men get up, jack lays down on the middle of the bed while robby takes your pants and underwear off.
you can hear jack tell you to sit on his face, but the orgasm hit you so hard, your ears are ringing. it takes you a bit to compute what he had said.
robby stands by your side, sarcastic smile on his face and cock painfully hard. âone orgasm made her dumb, jack. a dumb, needy little slut.â he holds you by your arm, not strong enough to hurt, but enough the manhandle you up on your feet. robby takes you to where jackâs head is and jack orders âsit, not hover.â
you sit, and holy fucking shit, jackâs tongue feels great on you. itâs the pressure, the way he alternates between sucking and licking your, the way he grips your thighs so hard you know you will have five bruises on each one. you grab his hair to use it as leverage so you can move your hips to chase another orgasm. looking down, you see his hazel eyes clouded, staring at you with the hint of a smile. you are a bit lost in this trance when you feel a tug on your hair. robby brings your face down to his dick and cocks his head, silently telling you to suck it.
you do. start with kitten licks on its head, tasting the salty pre cum. you kiss your way down to the base, playing with his balls a bit before tracing a messy wet path back up, finally taking it inside your mouth. you sink it down slowly, getting used to the thick girth and the weight of it. it hits the back of your throat, making you gag a bit, but quickly you control your breath. the tip of your nose hits robbyâs tummy and the coarse hair tickles you. you look up at him, making a show of shaking your head slowly, as if trying to swallow more.
robby gives you an incredulous looking toothy smile, muttering âyou really are trouble huh, my little slut?â
you smile at him and pull your head all the way back before setting a semi fast pace to suck his cock, hitting it on the back of your throat every time.
it is so much all at once that you only remember you are riding jackâs face when he pinches your nipple to come out for air. he laughs at the sight, thumb still stimulating your clit before he dives back in, this time, easing his index and middle finger inside your weeping hole. obviously experienced, jack finds your spongy spot in record time, and massages it in a torturous speed, that combined with his lips sucking your pearl, brings you closer to the edge one more time.
you pull robbyâs dick out of your mouth fast, a line of spit connecting your lips to the head of his cock.
âfuck, iâmâ iâm cumming!â you announce. robby wipes the spit all over your face, bringing your lips back to his cock once again. he chokes you on it, just enough to make you lightheaded, enhancing the shocking feeling of your second orgasm. he pulls you back with a somewhat proud face and you tumble over to jackâs side. your chest heaves as you look for air, the hormones released making you laugh.
jack turns to you, hand caressing your belly and he tries to kiss your shoulder, but you stop him.
âsensitive?â he asks and you nod. he noses your hair line and tells you âbreathe, pretty girl.â
you do. ten seconds or ten minutes pass, you are so blissed out that you have no idea. you can hear robby walking around the room and unzipping something, perhaps a bag. something plasticky hits jackâs chest and when you finally open your eyes, you see him rolling a condom down his shaft.
still a bit wobbly, you sit back up. jack comes closer to you, holds your sweat covered, hair sticking to it face. âyou ok?â
you nod quickly. âyeah.â voice a bit hoarse from getting your throat abused.
jack smiles, âyou are doing great, baby.â he kisses your lips. âso good to us, pretty girl.â he lays back down, and when you are going to align yourself over his dick, he tells you to turn around. of course you do as told, finding robby sitting at the end of the bed, looking at you. you straddle jack, stroke his cock a few times and sink yourself in it, the speed punching the air of both of your lungs. jack holds you down for a bit, getting adjusted to the feeling.
he squeezes your waist and moves his hips up, signaling for you to start moving too. tucking your feet under his hips, you start to ride him, slowly increasing your movements. robby holds your jaw, thumb tracing circles to the underside of it.
âmaybe sheâs not that dumb, jack. didnât even need to tell her to ride it.â he squeezes your cheeks, kissing your pouty lips. âbut sheâs still a slut.â
you smile at him.
âyou like this, donât you?â he asks
âyes, sir.â
the grin he gives you is almost cartoonish.
âlay back on his chest.â robby instructs, helping you. jack holds your waist, scooting back up to the headboard. he starts plowing into you.
robby positions himself between jackâs thighs and wastes no time, attacking your clit. the scene is pornographic, robby licks and sucks your clit, alternating his attention between your pussy and jackâs cock, sucking and gurgling on it when the pipe slips out of your cunt.
you adjust yourself against jackâs torso, all you can do is laugh. not a mocking laugh, but an incredulous one, full of want and desire, not believing that one of your dirtiest dreams is coming true. your right hand goes to robbyâs head, not forcing him closer or anything like that, just relishing in the feeling of how it moves. you do the same to jack, left hand sneaking up to play with the curls on the nape of his neck.
âfeels great, doesnât it, pretty girl?â jack asks, a bit breathless. you nod and moan when the tip of his cock hits the right spot. âyou have no idea how this feels for me. your sweet tight pussy and mikeyâs warm mouth? iâm in heaven.â
you feel robby let out a huffy laugh while sucking your clit, the vibration making your legs close around his head.
âyou gonna cum again, baby?â jack questions,
you barely let out a shaky âyeahâ when your orgasm hits. itâs a soundless one, your mouth forms an âoâ shape, your fingers tight around jackâs curls, hand pushing robbyâs face closer to your core while tightening the leg hold you had on him, whole body shaking.
robbyâs face is so red when you finally let go of him that it wakes you up a little, the fear of having hurt him bubbling up.
he has such a happy look on his face that ends up lessening your worries.
robby climbs up to you, gives jack a fiery kiss and turns to you. âopen your mouth.â you do, and stick your tongue out. robby spits on it and you swallow, smiling up at him again.
âyou good?â he checks on you.
âiâm great.â you say, stretching your arms and relishing on the feeling of jack squishing the soft of your tummy.
âdo you want or need anything?â
âyou.â you tell robby.
âreally?â
you hum.
robby kisses your temple. âsince youâve been so good to us, iâll let you choose how you want me.â
you scurry out of jackâs embrace and ask robby to get up. grabbing two pillows, you lay prone, using one to rest your head and the other you position under your stomach.
robby shakes his head and gives your ass a slap. âyou are heaven sent, trouble.â
he grabs the condom you saw him set on the bedside table earlier, and shows it to you before rolling it down his shaft.
you feel robby caging your legs between his as he starts to sink into you. jack caresses your head, tells you to breathe, knowing that, after everything the three of you did, robby still is a tight fit.
you mumble a âfuckâ when he is finally all the way in and he warns you when heâs going to start to move. itâs overwhelming, robby has his right arm around your neck tight enough to cloud your thoughts and his soft stomach fits perfectly on the curve of your back. you sneak a hand between your legs to touch your clit. all of this combined with the heavy weight of robbyâs body make you cum embarrassingly fast.
âshit, you squirted.â robby says. âgood girl.â
he snakes his arms around your waist, turning you around so you are on top of him. jack is standing up now and you see them looking at each other.
jack is the one to speak now. âsweetheart, look at me.â you do. âiâm gonna ask you something and you can say no. do you think you can take both of us, at the same time?â
you splutter, looking at him at a loss of words. this is a fucking fever dream. you notice you have been silent for a while when robby runs his hand through your arm.
you nod, probably too enthusiastic for your liking. âyeah⊠yes, i can try.â
jack nods and grabs a bottle of lube from god knows where.
he squirts some of the gel on your pussy, you hiss at the cold. jack takes his time loosening you out, spreading it around, two of his fingers sharing space on your cunt with robbyâs cock.
jack squirts more lube, now on his own cock. he positions himself between your legs and tells you he is going in. it is so slow you think you are going to pass out from anticipation. it doesnât hurt, the lube helps out, of course, the only thing you feel is a pressure towards your stomach. jack finally bottoms out and you release the breath you were holding.
jack kisses you, reassuringly. they start moving in sync and it is such a weird feeling. it is good, of course it is, but it is like a puzzle that finally came together.
their groans fill you with a sense of pride, giving you a bit of a power trip. it is not long after that they come, robby first and jack a few seconds later.
you donât come this time and you couldnât care less after the other four you had.
jack slips out and sits by the end of the bed. you move too, laying by robbyâs side on the bed. the three of you stay in silence, letting your breathings regulate. you hear jack get up and go towards the bathroom, then the sound of water running. he comes back a minute later with a warm, wet towel.
âopen your legs, sweetheart.â he cleans you so delicately that it makes you swoon. you hadnât noticed, but robby had gotten up too, and comes back with a bottle of water for you. âdrink, honey.â
you feel two pair of eyes staring at you as you gulp the water down. âwhat?â
jack purses his lips and shakes his head, a hint of smile on his eyes.
âare you ok? how are you feeling?â robby asks.
âiâve never been better. holy shit.â
they laugh at your answer.
âcome on, then.â robby nudges your thigh. âletâs shower.â he pulls you up and you ask jack if he is coming with you two. he shakes his head, tells you he will shower later.
robby tells you that jack doesnât like showering together, something about his leg.
you notice that there are a few clothes waiting for you in the bathroom, a shirt and boxers.
âpee.â robby says, folding his arms and pointing at the toilet with one finger.
you laugh. âiâm not peeing in front of you.â
he looks at you with a pointed look. âi had my face on your pussy five minutes ago and you donât want to pee in front of me?â he says, laughing as he enters the shower box. âalright.â
âasshole.â you giggle.
you join robby under the water. itâs perfectly warm and the pressure does wonders on your muscles. robby is incredibly sweet, a contrast from the man calling you a slut moments ago. he holds you close and kisses you all over. robby takes time washing and conditioning your hair and scrubbing your body. you try to do the same for him, but he tells you to go get dry and put on some clothes.
the shirt he let out for you is one of his old ones from college, a little frayed and soft from being over used.
when you get back to the bedroom, you find jack sitting on the bed, zapping channels. he kisses you and you ask if he is ok, he tells you he has never felt better.
after everyone had showered, robby ordered room service. pizza, burgers, fries and tiramisu, some wine and coke too.
you have been eating in silence for some time now, barely paying attention to what was on the tv.
âyou guys always do this?â you break the stillness.
âwhat? this?â robby points between him and jack. âor this?â he points between the three of you.
you had meant the latter, but you say âboth.â
they look at each other, but jack is the one to answer. âwe do this sometimes.â jack says, talking about the both of them. âto let out some steam. but itâs the first time with somebody else, we had thought about it, but never found someone we liked.â
you nod, shy smile. âcool.â
you finish eating in silence, robby cleans out the mess and puts the food cart out in the corridor.
âdâyou want to sleep here?â he asks.
âmhm.â
robby tidies up the bed and as he does, he casually asks âdo you know where you are applying for after your residency ends? where you want to work, maybe a fellowship?â
âiâm considering my options.â you say as you climb on the bed. jack is already laying there, waiting for you. you lay by his side, hugging him. robby goes right after, holding you two.
âmaybe you should consider pittsburgh.â jack tells you.
âi will.â
a follow up blurb
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imagine you are tipsy, almost drunk, and pope picks you up but you donât recognize him and you kinda flirt with him bc subconsciously he looks familiar but you also set a limit bc whoâs this stranger? and it drives him crazyyyyyy (also can i be đŒ anon if itâs not taken? bc popes likes skateboarding and iâd love to skate next to him?)
hiiii, of course, đŒ !! <33
âoaaahhh my gosh! you have a cool truckâlooks like my boyfriendâs!â
youâre stumbling out of the bar, pretty drunk as you see popeâs truck parked along the curb. you walk up, slugging your arms through the window, giving him a dumb smile n and wink.
pope grunts, smirking a bit, âbabeâget in the car.â you gasp, mock putting your hand to your chest, âbabe? m sorry, my boyfriend is coming to pick me up, and if he heard that heâd beat you up.â pope rolls his eyes, unlocking the car, hoping you get the hint to jump in.
you just lean in closer, whispering, âyâknow⊠youâre kinda cuteâlove the moody thing you got goinâ on. love your curls too. mhmmmm.â pope chuckles, sighing, âthought you had a boyfriend, sweetheart.â
you tap your chin playfully, humming, âhe doesnât have to know.â and you winkâbut that comment has him turning a bit serious. âkay, thatâs enough, doll. get in the car.â
you squeeze your thighs a bit, panties drenched at his tone, n you open the truck door, moaning, âyouâre no fun!â
and him punishing u when u get home for being SUCH a bad girl, flirting with other men even if it just happened to be him ... tsk. gotta fuck that mouth and mind clean, i guess :(
robby who likes to pin you down and have his way with you
he manhandles you on the bed so youâre spread out under him, kneeing your legs apart, one hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other holding your leg up to your shoulder so youâre completely at his mercy.
heâs pistoning into you at just the right angle to make you squeal with every thrust. slow, sharp strokes that knock the air out of your lungs, where he pulls back until just the tip is in only to slam into you deep, rolling his hips.
âthatâs it, baby girl,â he coos almost condescendingly, âtake every last inch. i know you can.â
or maybe he takes you from behind, one hand on the back of your head shoving your face into the pillow and forcing your spine to arch while the other restrains your hands behind your back. your muffled moans join the wet squelch of your pussy and the slap of his balls against your clit as he fucks into you desperately, no longer holding back.
âlove having you like this,â he groans so low it almost sounds like a growl, sweat rolling down his forehead. âi could do anything i want to you, and you couldnât stop me.â
and he can tell you like that by the way you get even tighter around him.
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if you snitch on other impostors when you get voted out as imp on among us genuinely go fuck yourself. iâve been snitched on THREE TIMES today because of bitch ass fucking sore losers. there is no sufficient amount of expletives that can convey my deep hatred for these dumb evil stupid fucking cum sucking ballsacks of idiotic moronic cunts that do not have the decency to lose with grace. go fuck yourselves, fuck you, fuck your mom, fuck your grandma, i hope you all get fucked in the ass by a fucking horse so deep horse cum is going to seep out from yalls fucking noses. curses on your bloodline for 1000 generations i hope you all get the plague and never heal from it. fucking snitches.
andrew and gf being soooo loud they make it everyone else's problem
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craig finally understood why his brothers acted the way they did. why they gave him looks and cursed him out any time he stepped out of his room in the morning, hickeys to be found all over his neck and shoulders and red lines trailing down the length of his back.
because last night he'd learned just how thin the walls at the cody house were.
he'd learned that, yeah, maybe he should've been a little more considerate of his brothers when staying up all night with a new girl in his room every other day.
but, to be fair, there was no way for craig to know that this was what his brothers were hearing through all hours of the night when his promiscuity got the best of him.
"i swear to god, if i hear one more 'andy-!' i'm going to march in there with a shotgun."
deran could only chuckle into his mouthful of cereal, clearly way less impacted by the noise than his brother.
he was used to it. courtesy of craig himself.
"what, not as fun when it's not a girl screaming your name?"
before craig could answer, the slam of a headboard hitting the wall that separated the kitchen and pope's room began to accelerate once more, interrupting anything he could've said.
and when he opened his mouth after a short pause, he was interrupted once more, except this time by something worse â wails of his brother's name.
"a-andy, fuck! please, fuck, andyâ!"
"you've gotta be fucking kidding me," he muttered under his breath before addressing his brother, "no. in fact, sex completely loses its appeal when i'm not the one on the receiving end."
"shit! oh, andyandyandy- don't stop!"
craig rolled his eyes, movements brusque as he took out a few things to make himself breakfast. he could feel a headache coming in.
"hey, be happy it's only her you can hear. i can't even imagine what pope would soun-"
craig grimaced, "don't finish that sentence, man. i don't wanna know what fucking pope sounds like during sex."
deran shrugged, continuing to eat his soggy cereal. nonchalance seethed out of him.
some moments of silence passed between the brothers, with the occasional eye roll from craig and the snicker from deran as the noises came and went. both brothers shared a fleeting thought, which was just how long could the two of you go for?
"i mean, there's no way pope's that good, right?"
"dude, you just said you didn't want to think about pope having sex."
"okay, but listen," craig interrupted halfway through making himself a sandwich, "do you hear that? there's no way she's not faking it. pope can't be that good. he's way smaller than me, his dick can't be that-"
"dude."
"i'm just sayingâ!"
unfortunately, the hammering at the wall reached its crescendo just then, halting any further conversation that could be had.
your screams increased in volume, and now a few sounds could be heard coming from the other party involved. andrew's pained groans joined your wails, making both guys share a look of terror between one another.
and then a very loud grunt from pope was followed by silence.
craig felt some heat reach his neck, but he shook his head in a shudder in order to snap out of it.
meanwhile, deran felt weirdly shocked. he was happy that his brother had found what seemed to be the one and trusted them enough to bring her back home, but this was way more than he'd ever expected to hear from a brother. and this was said with craig's sexcapades in mind.
"okay, i'm gonna kill him-"
"that'll just make him go harder next time."
"fuck, you're right."
and so they found themselves at an impasse.
after the silence began to invade the next room over, it didn't take long for the eldest cody brother to walk into the room, breaking the awkward and defeated silence that had formed in the kitchen.
as expected, be was almost fully nude, with only a tight pair of boxers covering his manhood and a variety of marks adorning his upper body â although craig's nosy eyes noticed a faded trail of hickeys to be found on pope's inner thighs, making him gag internally.
andrew immediately took notice of the weird silence and the shared looks behind his back as he neared the fridge for some cold water.
slowly turning around, he asked, in a somewhat pointed tone, "what?"
settled on opposite sides of the kitchen island, his brothers looked to him with different expressions.
deran seemed mostly incredulous. craig was just frustrated â either jealousy or annoyance, not even he could tell.
"'andy'?" was all craig said.
"got a problem, craig?"
"maybe keep it down next time, yeah, brother?"
deran sighed, continuing to occupy himself with his cereal. pope could be a bit of a ticking time bomb if poked just at the right moment. this was uncharted territory, so he wasn't very sure how much craig could push before making pope blow up.
but craig continued.
his crown had been toppled a little, maybe.
"you're saying that to me?"
with a scoff and an incredulous chuckle, andrew turned back to the fridge, grabbing himself two water bottles before closing it back up and facing his brothers once more. to him, the conversation must've been over.
"i'm just saying, it's a shared space. i don't need to hear your girlfriend, or whatever, screaming your name all fucking night."
pope's eye twitched at the tone in which the word girlfriend was said, but he let it slide.
there was a certain, uncharted, sense of pride he felt at the comment.
his girlfriend screaming his name all night long.
yeah. this could easily become the new normal to him. he had felt a slight surge of confidence upon leaving his room that morning, somewhat aware of how much noise you'd been making, but just completely careless about it. it had been at the back of his mind, but every thrust just buried the thought deeper. up until the point where it became completely insignificant.
(how could he think about decorum when he had you under him, clawing at his back, crying out 'andyandyandy-' in the prettiest voice he'd ever heard, going higher and higher the more he lost himself in your pussyâ)
but when he turned around, craig continued to glare at him as if he'd personally offended him.
and normally andrew would've been perfectly fine with decking him, telling him to get fucked, and walking past him. but a very welcome interruption entered the room before he could.
"baby?"
it came from behind craig, leading to the hallway that connected the walls of the kitchen and his room. the soft sound of your voice caused all boys to face you. deran offered a smile, albeit a little forced and awkward. craig scoffed to himself and nodded in semi-polite greeting, hands in pockets as he leaned against the counter in order to create space for you to get to pope.
there you stood, hair disheveled, makeup running slightly down your waterline and donning only one of pope's plain pajama shirts.
with a little extra attention, it would've been easy to spot the matching trail of hickeys up your thighs. and some x-ray vision would've provided the life-ruining sight of your hidden skin filled with marks made by andrew's teeth.
"you were taking too long, what's wrong?"
and, fuck, andrew almost went hard again at those simple words.
pride swelled in his chest, a weird sense of superiority invading him at having his sweet, pretty, gorgeous girl standing in front of his family in such a state.
andrew didn't need to argue with craig any longer. no words were needed as the appearance of his sweet girl said everything that needed to be said.
"sorry, sweetheart, just saying good morning to the guys."
andrew took the few steps that separated you and held onto your hand with one hand as the other held the two bottles of water (swoon), beginning to lead you back where you came from.
at that you smiled at them, sleepy demeanor leaving you a bit as you mumbled 'morning,' seemingly unaware of craig's earlier complaints.
as andrew passed in front of craig, he smirked to himself, twice as much when he noticed craig's annoyed scowl.
"might wanna get some earbuds or somethin'" he mumbled under his breath as he walked away.
once he was gone, craig groaned to himself, speaking up one last time.
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hear me out, what if u gave icky!pope a fleshlight you molded of ur pretty pussy bc ur off to college and u donât want ur uncle to be lonely without u
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what a thoughtful n sweet gift for your uncle. ⥠he fucks it every night, doesn't want to, would rather fuck the real thing, but can't help needing the feeling of his little niece's tight pussy clamping around his cock when you're away.
one night, you call him, feeling so horny n missing your gross uncle--knowing you don't have to push him far to help you get off. when he answers the phone, it's all quiet and short breaths, grunts here and there, and you know exactly what he was doing before you called.
"are you fucking me, uncle pope?"
he grunts, rolls his eyes, tucks the phone between his ear and shoulder so he can use both hands to hold onto the flashlight, pounding into your molded pussy faster. he breathes into the phone, "shouldn't be fuckin' you like this little girl, could fucking break you--"
you moan, quickly moving your hand down your body to slide beneath your panties, finding yourself soaked as you start to circle your clit. you whisper, "you can fuck me any way you want--that's why i got you that toy, mhmm--fuck."
pope starts to slow his movements, wanting to last longer--n you can hear the wet sounds coming from the toy, the squelch of his dick entering the tight little hole. it turns you on so much, causing you to bow off the bed as he speaks lowly, "shouldn't be giving your uncle a fucking perfect mold of your tight pussy, baby. it's wrong."
you whine, "hmph"ing n pouting over the phone, "you don't like it?" he picks up his pace, as do you, moaning and fucking your hips up into your hand. he's so close, leaning his head back, closing his eyes, being careful to not drop the phone as his hips stutter, unloading ropes of cum into the toy. "don't like it? fuck, baby-- i love it." âĄ
also thinking about jack picking you up from the bar after you get a little toooo drunk and him trying to hold onto his willpower because you're all over him and touching him and cooing at him but he shouldn't when you're so far gone...
maybe you push him a little too far and he gives in
18+ mdni !! cw: daddy kink
you stumble out of the bar, your friends hanging onto your arms, trying not to fall. you see jack's truck parked at the curb, window rolled down as he scrolls on his phone, waiting for you. his head perks up when he hears the bar door slam, face softening as he sees you--dress a little bit too hiked up for his liking, beautiful legs on display, heels dangling from your hand, dumb smile on that pretty face. fuck, he loved you.
"jackie!" you exclaim, untangling from your friends arms, running over to the passenger side of his truck. he chuckles, gets out to round the hood of the car, grabbing you by the hips to lean down, giving you a deep kiss. your friends squeal n he chuckles in your mouth, pulling away with a smile, "hi, baby--have fun tonight?"
you nod, a bit shy now as you paw at his arm, turning into him, "wanna go home--" he hums, putting his hand on the small of your back as he opens the car door, lifting you to place you in the seat. "say bye to your friends, honey." shutting your door, he walks back to the driver's seat as you wave to your friends through the window, giggling n smirking.
you're already on him the second he pulls off the curb, running your nails down his arm, tracing the veins in his hand, twirling your finger around the silver curls at his neck, trailing kisses all over his cheek, neck, hair, arm... you needed him now.
he's chuckling, trying his absolute best to keep both hands on the wheel and his focus on the dark road--but fuck you make it hard. "someone missed me--come on, baby. sit back in your seat until we get home."
you whine, pouting as you sling your arm across, bringing his face closer to whisper in his ear, "but daddy-- i need you right now." jack curses, swerving the car a bit as you nibble on his earlobe, trailing your hand down to palm his growing cock, murmuring another, "please". he jerks the steering wheel, causing you to yelp, falling a little back in your seat as he pulls over on the dirt road.
turning the car off, he looks at you sitting there--skin flushed, lace panties peaking out from under your dress, hair all wild, and grabs your arm, pulling you. "let's go, baby--sit on daddy's cock since you wanna be impatient."
you smile so wide, unaffected by his tone, giggling as you crawl over the middle console, throwing your arms around his neck to kiss him deeply, eagerly grinding down on him. he groans in your mouth, settling his hands on your plushy hips, hands moving up and down your waist. as you kiss down his neck he laughs, tugging your dress up your waist you palm your ass, "my girl's so needy, having daddy pull over--look at you."
you pull back, hands working on his belt to take out his thick cock, gripping him tight, jerking slowly as you both watch. lifting up, you move your panties to the side, lining yourself up with him, moaning as your pussy swallows him. your forehead falls against his shoulder as he fucks up into you, cursing, "fuck, baby. so fucking tight--that feel good?" eyes closed, you lean back, grabbing your tits through your dress, pulling it down to play with your nipples as you nod eagerly.
he coos, chuckling at how fucked out you are, unable to answer him properly, "'s okay, just let daddy take care of you--that's it." you try so hard to move your hips, but jack helps you, fucking yourself on him--using you like a toy. bringing his hand down to circle your clit, you cum fast, clenching around his cock--squeezing him so tight. he groans, moving you faster, tits bouncing in his face. jack comes inside of you, dick pulsing inside you as he holds you there, stroking your back as you snuggle into his neck.
he tries to move you off of him, wanting to set you back in your seat, but you pout, squirming as you hold him tighter n he sighs, "okay--okay, baby." tucking you in closer, still warming his cock, he moves to turn the car back on, pulling back onto the road, happy he's only got three minutes left of the drive.
happy pride to everyone in the community!! happy pride to those who are out, those who are not, those who arenât sure of their identity yet, those who donât use labels, those who donât feel seen, etc, etc. stay safe and donât be ashamed to be yourself.
ooo but stepdad!robby not just throwing away the panties he's used
maybe once you're clued in, when you figure it out, you're maddest about him throwing away your cute panties
he's contrite and offers to buy more-which you accept obviously- but you also say just leave them when you're done next time
to make him fucking lose it you show him that you're wearing a pair when you're out somewhere. You pick up your skirt to let him see how you didn't wash them, but you bat away his hand when he tries to reach in
(is this too gross? It's very perv4perv)
hehehehe not too gross at all!!!
this is a continuation of this blurb i wrote!!
stepdad!robby can look but not touch (f!reader)
when you found out your stepdad had been jerking himself off in your room while you were gone, you were furious. not at the fact that he was doing it, but at the fact that he was throwing away your perfectly good panties.
when you confront him about it heâs a blabbering mess. begging you not to tell your mom, insisting it will never happen again, he didnât even know why he did it, heâs sorry.
you roll your eyes at him, your arms folded across your chest. âso, i assume youâre the reason my underwear drawer is half of what it used to be?â you raise an eyebrow at him and robby drops his head, his eyes glued to the floor as he slowly nods.
âokay, well..where are they then?â
â..the trashâ he mumbles, so quiet you almost didnât hear him. almost.
âthe trash!? what the hell, man!! i paid good money for those!â youâre shouting now, arms flying in every which direction as you gesture wildly in frustration.
âiâm sorry, iâll buy you more. iâll buy you anything you want just please donât tell your momâ heâs begging, his eyes all big and round, glassy even.
âdonât tell mom. donât tell mom. jesus christ, can you stop with that already!? iâm not going to tell her. but youâre absolutely right youâll buy me more. stop throwing them away, i donât care if youâre doing it just leave them in the washing basket next time, damn.â
robby nods, âsorry, it wonât happen again, i promiseâ he says, shame and embarrassment present in his tone. so much shame that you almost believe himâŠ
âŠuntil you come home from work the next day and find a pair of your panties in the washing basket covered in dried splotches of white.
you donât know what came over you but you decide to put them on and accidentally forget to take them off when you accept an offer to go to the mall with your mom and robby.
youâre in some clothing store, dragging your feet down every aisle your mom just needs to look down. youâre bored out of your mind and so you decide to play with robby.
heâs stood just ahead of you, absentmindedly nodding along to your motherâs questions about certain items.
you tap him on the shoulder.
when he spins around you lift up your skirt and flash him a glimpse of the soiled panties youâd dug out of your washing basket and had been wearing for the last few hours. robbyâs eyes widen immediately, instantly recognising them to be the pair heâd cum all over just hours before.
he reaches his hand out to touch but you pull your skirt back down before he can reach you, âah. ah. ah. didnât say you could touch now did i?â you smirk, whispering so your mother canât hear, not that sheâs even paying attention anyway.
robby whimpers then, heâs actually surprised by the noise that came out of his own mouth and he looks away, turning his attention back to your mom.
but youâre not done with him yet so you tap his shoulder again, he doesnât turn, he knows what youâre up to and so you continue tapping his shoulder until he does so.
and when he does finally turn around youâre lifting up your skirt again, rubbing yourself over your underwear, your eyes locked on his with your bottom lip tugged between your teeth. your mom had moved onto the next aisle and you were covered by the clothing racks so she couldnât see the lewd display happening just in front of her.
robbyâs breathing becomes laboured, heâs biting his own lip, trying to keep quiet as he fights the urge to reach his hand out again.
you continue teasing him like this for the rest of the very long shopping trip. and then youâre teasing him still in the car on the way home, touching yourself in the backseat whenever he looks up at you in the rear view mirror.
he follows you up to your room when you get home. youâre sat on your bed with your legs spread facing the cracked open door. you know heâs watching you but you pretend not to notice him as you rub light circles against your clit over the fabric of your underwear.
you let him watch through the crack in the door as you make yourself cum, moaning his name as you do so. when youâre finished you finally remove the dirty underwear, balling it up in your fist before pulling your skirt back down and walking over to where robby stands in the doorway.
you grab his hand and shove the wet panties into his palm, whispering âyour turnâ before walking away, skipping down the stairs while robby is left stunned in the hallway.
back on the perv4perv grind!!!! i love those icky fucks!
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