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ೄ ◞♡ imagine dry humping pervy bsf!michael while he whispers straight filth in your ear , basking in every pulse of your body reacting.

You were over at his house, him innocently suggesting to play twister to kill the boredom you two shared, not aware of his true motives behind it.

You spin for your turn, and with how you twisted your leg to get it to the yellow circle, you lost your footing and fell right on top of him. Hands found your hips to steady you, but more importantly to have you feel how hard he’s been for you, driven crazy that you have yet to notice until now.

“Look at you moving without much of my help, girl. Almost like you want this just as much as I.” He’s right. You look down, watching the way your hips roll, slow and deliberate. Your face burns hot, feeling all of him, the fabric between you doing nothing to dull the sheer size of it.

The shape, the weight, the impossible heat of it — right where you need it the most, right where you’re already soaked and barely holding on. His hips rock up, not quick enough to hold back the desperate whimper that tore out of your throat.

You hear him breathe a laugh through his nose. “All these cute noises makes me wonder how you would sound if I were actually inside of you.” You couldn’t imagine. He’s so big, so thick, so unbearably hard. He lets you know by keeping his grip tight on your hips, making you move slower, lips parting for another shaky moan.

“Can you picture it?” He never leaves your ear, voice soft and pure, but his words are a different story. “Me inside you, how tight you’d be. I’d take my sweet time, letting you feel every inch of me.” The heat coils deeper, tighter, heavier inside of you. His teases has you craving for it, for more, for him to show you exactly what he means.