Marissa P.

Today is a good day

I don't feel any different

Theories || Marissa/Manny || June 29th

He shook his head, but he didn’t feel like arguing semantics right now. He was more interested in getting Marissa out of her flimsy little dress and underneath him. Manny hummed a thank you against her skin for the compliments, kissing along her throat before he found her lips. His hands crawled up under her dress, pushing it along her torso, revealing more creamy skin to his eyes and touch. “I do think you’re beautiful, Marissa. I think… you’re very beautiful,” he murmured, leaning back slightly to tug her dress up and over her head. Slim, brown fingers stroked along her sides, moving to gently cup her breasts as he took in her form. 

A soft moan escaped her lips. Her throat had always been a weak spot, with all that sensitive skin. Besides, his lips felt like feathers against her lightly tanned skin. "Th-thank you, Manny," she whispered, almost out of breath. It warmed her heart to hear that someone found her beautiful, other than her friends. But maybe he could be her friend after this? She was not going to hide the fact that she started to like this guy. When the dress was removed from her body she almost expected to feel cold, but instead, she felt warmer than before, with his fingers moving up her sides. For a few seconds she closed her eyes, enjoying his touch. Another moan escaped her soft lips as he cupped her breast. "Please, touch me," she pleaded, wanting more of him.

Let's have some fun | Logan & Marissa | June 9th, 2pm

When her hands weren’t on him, Logan casually stroked at his length, fingers giving enough friction to keep him hard despite the restraint of the condom that she eased down onto it.  He pulled Marissa upright, lining up her center and pulling her down on his cock, thrusting up as he did and nearly groaning in relief at finally being fully sheathed.  ”Fuck, princess,” he murmured, the blonde small enough that he didn’t even need her assistance in placing her feet on either side of his thighs, using his upper body strength to pull her up and down at the pace he wanted, mouthing at her breasts as he did.

Marissa didn't have the time to prepare herself for his cock, so when he helped her down in him, she cried out loud. She was tight, there was no doubt that he couldn't feel it. If she had been dry, there was no way he would get that shaft inside her without tearing up her insides. But she was more than wet enough for him to easily slide in, although it hurt. The cry stopped mid air, as he started to pull her up and down, dugging deeper at each thrust. Her cries faded and moans replaced them. "Please don't stop, Logan," she begged moaning.

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