* LOOK OUTSIDE YOURSELF.

           they’re alone, finally. the dull party they’d been forced to attend was finally over. now, they only had twenty three floors between them and their bedroom... but andre had never been one to wait. instead, he has them pressed against the wall of the elevator, his hand beneath their dress, tracing a circle on the soft skin of her inner thigh. “what can i do to make you relax? hmm?” he teases, head canting to the side.

.... i did it. @prayfcrme

     “you’re  not  desperate?”   the  blonde  smirks,  head  tilting  to  the  side  as  she  keeps  her  hand  still,  watching  the  other  woman's  hips  roll,  riding  mia’s  fingers  all  on  her  own.  “then  stop  riding  my  hand....  and  definitely  don’t  c/um.”