your delicate point of view.

CAMILA MORRONE in Daisy Jones & the Six | 1.06 (2023)

before she had the chance to talk again, dylan had slipped two fingers into her warm cunt and piper had to take a moment to gather herself. it was difficult to get her riled up usually, preferring to be the one to lead things in the bedroom but after the day she'd had, she was more than content to let dylan touch her the way he knew she liked to be touched. "i know you do, you pathetic little slut." she thought about grinding herself back against his cock but it was only her pleasure that truly mattered, so she instead spread her legs a little wider and placed her hand over his, encouraging him to grab at her breast rougher. "i could show you off, walk my little puppy around once you've had your fill of my cunt. maybe it's time we get that collar we've spoken about before, hm? so everyone really knows who you belong to." piper always grew more and more talkative the more aroused she got, the words coming out hard and fast as she tried to press herself down against his fingers.

yup. that's what did it for him. the words she spoke, the idea of the collar. he whimpered against her ear, practically going limp at what she was saying. "can you turn around?" he practically begged her. "i want to- i want to be inside you so bad and i want to suck on your tits so bad.. please?" he teasingly added a third finger, squishing her tit under his grip and he bucked his hip into her. "please, i wanna suck on your nipples so bad. i'll make you feel good. be your good boy." he nodded, biting his lip hard. "please, mommy."

HE GRINNED, MOSTLY WITH EMBARRESSMENT. This influencer thing was something Arthur knew nothing about, and that was now blatantly obvious to his girlfriend. He nodded at the question of the home movie, awkwardness somewhat taking over. ❛ Thank fuck, that's off. ❜ The male's eyes followed the phone as it was flung to the opposite side of the bed. ❛ Tell me to shut up when you're on live. ❜ His hand wrapped around the base of his cock, it twitched at the touch with the clear liquid dribbling from its tip. Slowly, he made his way towards the bed, his spare hand tipped Lola's chin to look at him. ❛ You know how greedy I am, babe. Don't make me pick just one. It's three or nothing. Breakfast can wait. ❜

"nah, you can talk when i'm on live, i think it's cute." she nodded, glancing up at him as she slightly leaned on her hands as she gazed up at him. "oh, all three huh?" she swallowed, her eyes wandering over his entire body. lola slightly spread her thighs, grinning a little as she dipped her fingers between her legs and started to play with herself as she wasn't wearing any panties anyway. her core was glistening with wetness, eyes slowly glancing back up at him. "i guess, come get me then?"

"a delight? you're drunk." kaia retorts with a soft giggle, shaking her head fondly as she sips on her martini. her eyes flicker over the male's face before she hums, contemplating it for a moment. her head tilts before she downs the rest of her drink, "what the hell. why not?" she shrugs then, legs crossing. "but i expect a lot from you. with all of this talk, i better not be able to walk in the morning."

"wait, seriously?" he laughed, raising his eyebrows. he was convinced she was bluffing, so he looked around to see if there was anyone else with her but she seemed to be alone. "oh, okay." dylan got up and he smirked a little, grabbing his jacket and he reached for her hand. "come on then, you're gonna love the hotel i've got booked." he nodded. "it's so gorgeous."

it had to have been all the drinking that made missy feel so turned on when she had gone to bed. the day had been kinda a mess her sister getting into a big fight with her husband and storming off, ignoring missy's texts to check in. so she made the most of the day and had fun with dylan. it was hard to not like him. so before she drifted off to sleep, missy stripped until she was only in her soft cotton shirt and started to touch herself. keeping her moans and grunts of pleasure stiffled she eventually came and drifted off to sleep easily. her dreams were filled with more jumbled fantasies, being taken by the pool, fingered in the passenger seat of the car, and fucked in bed. the object was a little obscured in the dream but part of her thought it might be dylan, no real conscious thought involved in the dream. she was aware of being wet and feeling full, like she was being stretched by a large cock. not fully awake, missy whimpered, body shifting in response to dylan slipping easily inside her. she moaned some more, thinking how good the latest part of her dream had become, head still fuzzy with sleep.

dylan groaned when missy seemed to.. not respond, really, except for the fact that she stayed still as he bottomed out inside her. a groan escaped him; usually he'd try to be quiet but it was just the two of them anyway. he slightly flicked missy onto her side, placing his hands on her hip and he started to pound into her. "that's it." he whispered, eyes shut as he kept looking at her face while she had her eyes closed. "that's fuckin' it."

she didn't go to the bar to listen to people complain about their sex lives, but when an all too familiar face catches her eye she can't help but to listen in. she licks her lesser lip, scooting down the bar stools almost effortlessly - all she needs to do is flash herself in the right way and give a smile to make males move over. "that sounds like such a hard life." kaia mutters once she's close enough to the blabbering male. she orders herself another drink, legs crossing in the dim light. "you're rich, you're hot.. can't imagine it's your personality that's standing the way." she grins, tongue dragging itself along her lower lip before she sinks her teeth into it.

"oh, no, i'm a delight." he rolled his eyes, slightly pushing himself up in the seat as he just gazed at her and he laughed softly. "honestly! it's the truth, i'm fucking nice. and i can absolutely find the clit, so. i'm a fuckin catch, doll." dylan sipped from his scotch and he glanced at her for a while. "you wanna take a ride? wanna give it a try?"

"both, my little plaything." piper hummed thoughtfully as she let her head lull back into the crook of dylan's neck. her hips twitched as he began to rub slow circles on her clit but they were in no rush, it was a nice sensation, the simple bubbling of pleasure only starting to build. a vacation would be nice, and it would teach her employees a lesson if she suddenly disappeared for a week or so and left them to panic. plus, the idea of having dylan all to herself with no other chores for him to maintain was exciting. she liked having him cook and clean but with those tasks dedicated to other people, he could fully dedicate himself physically to her. "it's a tempting offer. you'd like having mommy's attention all to yourself, wouldn't you?" she turned her head enough to look at him, admiring the smug expression on his handsome features. "no other responsibilities for me to tend to...you could spend every day sucking on my tits and lapping at my cunt like the little puppy you are."

"hmmhm, all to myself. i think- i think i've deserved it." he spoke with a slow nod, eyes shut as he pressed a small kiss to the shell of her ear as he once again let two fingers slip inside her. he teased a little less now, sinking them deeper and in a quicker, steadier pace while his other hand gently kept tugging at her nipple. "and honestly, you deserve it too. you deserve some rest mommy." he murmured. "and you deserve all the fucking orgasms, too." dylan nodded his head, his cock hardening between his legs and prodding against her asscheek as she kept speaking. god, the woman just knew exactly what to say to him to turn him into a complete, pathetic, moaning wreck. "fuckin love being your puppy."