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i hate that literally the second i come back on here, my mental health just plummets again. my anxiety and stress levels have just been leaving me exhausted and overwhelmed this past month. can my body please figure out itâs issue and get back to me in the next 2-3 business days? thank you! iâm sorry for the trauma dump, will probably delete this later idk.
â.° ⥠â had a random concept about mean!ellie in college hate-fucking the popular girl that seemingly 'hates' her at some party they've both found theirselves at.
[ŕŹ] pairing: ellie williams + fem!reader
[ŕŹ] content warnings: usage of a strap-on, mean!ellie, dirty talk, semi-public sex, degradation & praise, squirting, mirror sex, ellie giving backshots, pussy-slapping, use of pet names, hate-fucking.
[ŕŹ] author note: haven't written for tlou or ellie at all before but whewww, have i had this thought for a while so like this is completely self-indulgent (and very short!) âĄ
"This what you want baby, huh?" she asks, "To go dumb on someone's cock for once just to shut that mouth up?"
The marble of the bathroom's counter dented the soft, pliant flesh of your bare legs. With your laced panties pooled at your ankles, the skirt of your dress pulled up to your waist, her hips clashing right with your ass, and the blaring music of the party just out-of-bounds from the locked bathroom which Ellie fucks you in â the scene was straight-up erotic, something ripped from a store-bought porno. Thankfully, the music was at it's maximum volume to drain out the whiny moans and whimpers that she tears from your raw throat.
Lengthy fingers wrapped at the structure of your jaw, practically forcing you to view the sight which you fall victim to; spread legs, a quivering bent body, and a desperate mouth aligned with a variety of noises the girl pulls from you. Underneath the low fluorescent bulb of the bathroom, sweat glistens over your thighs and sticks to the remains of clothes she hasn't decide to rip off of you.
"Ellie! s'too much, please..." Your voice comes strained, but coherent enough for her to distinguish into proper words. Ellie only chuckles at the pathetic state she herself drags you down into. In response, the grip on your jaw increases into a harsher touch, securing your head in place. "M'sorry, please, I'll never embarrass you again..."
"You can handle it, baby," she replies, almost soft and assuring, "Besides I'm only doing what you're known to do best, spreading your slutty legs." her words sharpen, tone hardened. "Isn't that right? That's why a slut like you loves this so much â you love how I fuck you because I hate you as much as you hate me."
The material of her strap pounds right into your needy cunt, high-pitched whines falling from widened lips as it never fails to meet with your puffy lips. By this time, you had no choice but to savor how the girl you once hated made you feel and with no doubts; you falter to the impossible admission that Ellie had turned you, the vain popular girl, into her own personal fleshlight. From where she stood, she lingers her eager eyes to your drenched cunt laced with your arousal. Taking her right hand from the place on your waist, she parts your dripping folds, her thumb in contact to your swollen clit; your legs quiver against the sink while you mewled at the additional pleasure.
"Oh, Ellie!" your hands find purchase at the margins of the sink she forces you against, eyes nearly rolled beyond their sockets at the pace her strap-on pounds into your cunt at. Her singular thumb brought down and slotted between your thighs causing your nub to feel entirely raw, delicate to her rough touch. "M' gonna cum, need it so bad!"
She grunts under her breath. "Not yet â I wanna hear this from you first; who's turning you into a cockdrunk whore, sweetie?"
With your fogged-up head full of rapture, you're not immediate to give her a retort to her question; the hand that rubs at your clit abruptly halting, instead a sharp twinge comes into association with the engorged lips of your cunt. You manage a squeal from your glossed-spit lips, legs jerking and tears colliding with streaks of your fallen mascara at the overstimulating sting.
"Fuck! Mmph, God... it's you, Ellie!" you nearly scream out, compressing yourself right onto the weight of her strap. "Only you!"
"That's right, baby," she straightens her posture, adjusting her hands back onto your waist for more anchorage before pounding into your cunt without breaks, almost nearing animalistic territory. "I'm the only one who can take of this achy bitch cunt, god, it's almost pathetic."
Her thrusts are rapid, warmth pooling to your abdomen in a pressuring sensation. The sight mirrored right to the front of you grew blurry through your own pair-shared vision, bundle of nerves rubbing right up against her strap just enough to bump at your clit. Arrangements of whines and squeals shamefully fall past your lips that had grown tender overtime from the constant biting and attempts at muffing your noises behind gritted teeth â which ultimately failed at the end.
Ellie leans herself down to the naked expanse of your sweat-coated back, lips kissing down the skin in a rare moment of benevolence. "Can feel you loosin' up for me around my cock, honey. Give it to me, make a mess out of yourself."
At her abiding words reveberating in the fogged barriers of your fucked-out head, her unforgiving thrusts through the capacity of your tight cunt cause the pressuring warmth to relinquish; a bursting rush of liquid transmits through your stimulated cunt and drips down the shape which your spread legs prop at as well as drenching the silicone of her strap plunged right up at the base of your cervix. The upper-half of your body sweeps of any persisting stability, slumping over the sink while two quivering hands pressed to the surface of the moist mirror hoist yourself up.
"Shit," she pants out a curse, the brawn of her two hands at your waist flipping your limp self over so that she was in a viewpoint above you, "Might hate your guts, honey, but there's no denying that you look fuckin' beautiful after a good fuck."
âĄă ¤×ă ¤Ö´ă ¤ ŕ¨ŕ§ cam!couple els and you⌠ungh my legs are divorced.
the wide screen of your laptop was set up and situated just a few inches right in front of you on the soft mattress of ellieâs bed. the only thing you can see on the screen was your exposed body and ellieâs with loads of people commenting and loads of people still coming into yours and your girlfriends stream.
the people absolutely loved you and ellie, every time you stream your viewers would always be above and surpasses 1k. you and your girlfriend were the ones to watch and ellie took pride in that. always making the show more than worthy to see.
after streaming for almost the past hour, it was safe to say you were absolutely spent. ellie could get so much done in an hour and thatâs exactly what happened. but still here she was, long fingers lounged deep into your core. fingering you slowly, basking in all your precious moans and shrieks. basking in the lovely sound of your arousal as she kept fucking you with his fingers.
ellieâs freckled face was all flushed and rosy, her usual half up half down style messy, the plushness of her lips swollen and red. a bit of sweat collecting in her eyebrow, the little slit there made her look all the more intense, along with her strong, toned veiny arms and hands; with that beauty tattoo displayed. she looked absolutely perfect. you werenât too far off either, the people in the comments spamming compliments after compliments of your beautiful appearance. always making it known just how perfectly fucked out you looked.
ellie stared at the screen, a small lopsided smirk lacing her sweaty features as she read the comments and saw all of the tips you both were receiving as seconds kept passing.
âlook baby,â she whispers, gaining your tired attention. your eyes lazily opening, your orbs barely being able to actually focus and look at the screen as you continued to feel the assault of your lovers fingers.
âfuck, look at all of the coins weâre getting, do you see pretty girl?â ellie turns to look at you. soft, caring eyes boring into your blissed ones. you made a small noise of agreement with a feeble nod of your head, moving to wrap your arms around the strong body of your girlfriend tightly.
âyou know what to say, baby. tell the lovely people thank you, donât forget your mannersâ ellie reminds you gently, a bit of an edge to her voice in a slight warning. fingers coming out of your pussy to now rub at your puffy button of nerves. you nod obediently, pulling your face away from the comforting space of her neck to make eye contact with the screen.
âtâthank you, everyoneâ immediately you can see ellieâs face brightening up at the abundant amount of âyour welcomeâsâ coming through so quickly.
âwanna give the viewers just one more, sweetheart? yâfeelinâ up to that?â she whispers silently, just so only you can hear and not the viewers. passionate, haunting green eyes staring at you lovingly, letting you know you can always say no. but you didnât, your lips quivering into a cute, tired smile.
REN. YOUâRE SO BRILLIANT IâM ACTUALLY TUMBLING DOWN A SET A STAIRS RIGHT NOW. ( i donât have a set of stairs but letâs pretend for the sake of this dramatized reblog i do! )
everytime you bless me with content, 5+ years are added onto my lifespan! you never ever disappoint because tell me why iâm actually ripping my hair follicles out as we speak??
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idk about you but i really wanna lay above ellieâs boobs and just have em in my mouth. like idfk maybe weâre watching tv and sheâd just let suck on âem because iâm bored or canât focus đŤŁđŤŁđŤŁ
oh my god yes⌠sheâd find it so funny but endearing that you find so much comfort in her boobs because youâre so shy when it comes to her obsession with yours and yet youâre all over hers! when youâre in bed with her and youâre stressed sheâll let you hold them like stress balls, burying your face into them as she soothingly rubs at your back until you fall asleep.
as for your delicious little scenario: youâd be watching a horror movie together, your girlfriend loving the genre intensely (you canât tell me iâm wrong about this, ellie williams loves horror!! although sheâd never admit it outright, sheâs definitely in it for the hot scream queens rather than the actual plots) when you start to fidget. âwhat is it, babe?â ellie asks, exasperation in her voiceâ itâs the third time youâve shifted around in your seat in the past two minutes and sheâs really not able to focus on the masked ghostface on the screen as heâs slashing up the penultimate victim. you shift around again, pleading gaze fixed on ellie. âels, want you,â you whine as she rolls her eyes at youâ âcâmon, baby. wait until the end of the movie anâ iâll take care of ya, huh? sound good?â you shake your head softly before looking up into her eyes. âno, want you now. want âem in my mouth, els, please,â you babble, tone laced with desperation as a cocky little smirk appears on your girlfriendâs face. âwanna suck my tits, huh? you shoulda said sooner, baby. go aheadâ but keep it down, hmm? gotta watch this final girl get covered in bloodâ i mean, uhh, defeat ghostface.â you nod so fast you think your head will snap off your spine and ellie grind wider as you. scramble toward her. she lifts her oversized tee over her head and you spring forward instantly to hurriedly attatch your lips to her skin, relishing in the tiny moan she releases as her hand finds a home on the back of your head. âthatâs it, good girl. makinâ me feel so good, baby. love ya so fucking much, yâknow that?â
oh. my. god. everybody go thank ani, right. now. you never ever miss. iâm seriously actually levitating right now!
[âŚ] gotta watch this final girl get covered in bloodâ i mean, uhh, defeat ghostface.â
PLEASE ELLIE ?? honestly, thatâs so real of her. sheâs just like me!
[âŚ] relishing in the tiny moan she releases as her hand finds a home on the back of your head. âthatâs it, good girl. makinâ me feel so good, baby. love ya so fucking much, yâknow that?â
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âIn the first second, I thought about how amazing it would feel to have Elena in my arms again. By second number two, I kissed her. And by the third, I remembered youâre my best friend, and that if anything ever happened to you I would lose my mind.â
âyouâre a national treasure aniâ DO YOU WANT US TO KISS. BECAUSE WE CAN KISS. đˇđŤśđ˝đ¤
a) this is such an over-exaggeration because iâm pretty sure you and ren are the only national treasures i knowâŚ
b) if iâm british, would i be an international treasure⌠my autistic brain is overthinking this. what exactly constitutes a national treasure and does it have to be limited to one nation to still just be ânationalâ⌠i must figure this out
when is hbomax getting to work on making our romcom film?? i think it hasnât happened yet because rotten tomato critics wouldnât be able to handle the cinematic masterpiece it would be!
PLEASE YOU OVERTHINKING âNATIONALâ VS âINTERNATIONALâ IS ACTUALLY REASON NO. 37291 WHY WEâRE SOULMATES!
iâm not quite sure if international treasure is a phrase ( urban dictionary is most definitely gonna prove me wrong here ) but i will make it a phrase just for you! you deserve a compliment dedicated to you so bad. national treasure basically just means youâre super special and loved by many! đđ
hear me out⌠thinking about riling up joel miller and how heâd react to younger reader acting out in order to get him to just fuck her already (aka: my petition to make joel your favourite brat tamer because heâs the loml.)
you met joel in the woods when he was travelling with ellie. when they had first picked you up, he was going to shoot you in the head. it took you five hours to convince him that you werenât infected or a slaver & that youâd defected from your QZ with your best friend when a clicker had attacked you both in the woods. youâd had to watch your childhood friend be overtaken by the bitter throes of cordyceps and it had been so awful that eventually youâd just put her out of her misery & shot her before the fungus reached her brain.
youâve wanted joel since the first time you saw him in the woods. more than twenty years older than you, attractive, definitely packing, you thought, and itâs been so long since you were fucked properly. heâs got the perfect personality tooâ grouchy but heâd still burn the world to the ground to protect his home, or the people who he considered to be his home. joel miller is, for all intents and purposes, the perfect man. thereâs only one slight issue: youâve known each other for months and despite your best efforts, joelâs shown absolutely no interest in you at all.
whatâs the easiest way to drive a girl crazy? be joel miller, probably. itâs been months of you teasing and gently dropping hints that you want him and joel still hasnât fucked you. yes, thereâs a significant age gap, but you know he wants you, youâve seen him hiding how hard he gets when you âforgetâ heâs there and start changing your clothes in front of him, so why wonât he just fucking do it? you start to wonder: knowing that the issue doesnât lie in a lack of attraction towards you, you start thinking of other signals and cues you might have missed and begin to formulate a way forward in your brain.
youâve noticed how pissed off joel gets when you defy him and youâve started to wonder if maybe that isnât the best planâ to anger him into wanting to have sex with you. the more you think about it, though, the more stupid it sounds, so you decide that maybe itâs best not to think about it and to put your plan into action before you chicken out too quickly.
itâs funny, really, because up until now joelâs always thought of you as a good girl. in his mind he doesnât want to fuck you because shit, youâre so much younger than him and so pretty too. who would want to wreck that innocent little angel (even if he does think he sometimes sees you giving him fuck me eyes, he never allows himself to indulge in the thought for longer than a moment. after all, what would a pretty little thing like you want with an old washed up criminal like him?) so, joel stays in his laneâ as alwaysâ because he thinks that thereâs probably nothing in the world that could be more awkward than trying to bone your pretty young travelling companion if she doesnât want you.
recently though it seems as if somethingâs changed. youâre no longer angelicâ youâre sarcastic and mean and more vulgar words tumble past your lips from ellieâs. if joel didnât know any better (he knows better he knows better i want to fuck her⌠shit, i know better) heâd say you were doing this on purpose. little does he know that you are trying to wind him up: and itâs working. the more defiant your persona gets, the more frustrated youâve realised you can get joel and now youâre intent on bratting him 24/7. he needs your help to do something? sorry, youâre just really busy. he doesnât look at you all day? you start talking loudly about the guard who ate you out once in return for you sucking him off and act like you donât see joelâs hand float absent mindedly down to his gun and grip the handle until his knuckles turn bright white. you trip over a tree root and happen brush up against his dick as you grab at his belt to steady yourself? well, you tell him, itâs only because it was âthe nearest thing availableâ.
it takes him longer than it should to figure out what it is that youâre actually trying to achieve. when the lightbulb finally appears over his head though, he definitely chuckles to himself. as furious as he is that you felt like you had the right to disrespect him instead of just asking for what you needed, he has to admit how cute your desperation is to him. itâs not as if youâve ever wanted for anything since knowing joelâactually, heâs rather complacently allowed himself to spoil you, a fact which he kicks himself for now, but ultimately he knows he canât blame himself and that whatâs done is done. fuck the pastâ joelâs thinking about the present when he decides that perhaps a firmer hand is needed to deal with this situation.
itâs unclear what it is exactly that pushes him over the edge. maybe itâs the subtle brush up against his thigh as you walk past him and then glare at him as if you hadnât gone out of your way for your body to make contact with his, or you telling him to go fuck himself gently with a chainsaw when he suggests taking first watch as you and ellie sleep, or the random offhand comment directed at his age and the way you mocked him by saying you doubt heâs even capable of fucking at this point. does it really matter? the point is that joelâs reached that point, the one where if he doesnât put you in his place he thinks he might die. can you die from being too hard? joel miller, 56, death by exploded dick. wouldnât sound all too pretty on a headstone, and joel isnât in the mood for that kind of embarrassment if heâs honest. he knows heâs gonna have to act soon before he does die and ellie says something like he âperished from a lack of pussyâ in the eulogy.
one night, ellieâs already fallen asleep. tiny snores escape her and you chuckle from your vantage point, sat upright on the mossy forest floor. joel looks over at the noise. âshould get some sleep. we gotta make tracks in the morning,â he says, making eye contact with you for the first time all day. you scoff at him and heâs instantly go his guard raised, ready to fight whatever acerbic comment you hurl at him. âgo fuck yourself, joel.â he blinks. tamer than expected, to be honest, but still out of character for you. he goes to speak but finds that youâre still talking. âyou keep taking first watch and then not waking me up for second. when do you ever expect to sleep? you arenât my fucking knight in shining armour, joel, youâre a prick. what kind of sick and twisted motherfucker deprives himself of sleep just to prove some dipshit misogynystic point? how much of a caveman can you be? youâre putting us in danger every time weâre on the move and you havenât slept the night before and iâm sick of your bullshitââ you stop abruptly at the sight of joelâs smirk. something about it rubs you the wrong way and you lash out at him again. âsorry, am i amusing you, you fucking asshole?â this time, he grins outright. as pissed as you are, you have to admit thereâs something so attractive about the expression on his face. âi see ellieâs been rubbing off on your vocabulary.â you grimace at him, infuriated with him, angry that all heâs gleaned from your tirade is that you have a swearing habit thatâs gonna be hard to kickâ âitâs real cute what youâre doing, by the way, hon. donât think i donât notice.â your head whips up so fast youâre shocked you donât get whiplash. you can feel the pool thatâs quickly forming in your panties at the nickname but you simply clench your thoughts together and pray joel doesnât notice how on edge you are.
(he does.)
âdonât know what the fuck youâre on about,â you begin, but joelâs done playing that game. if you want him rough around the edges, thatâs how youâll have him; and so he doesnât feel the slightest bit sorry when he cuts you off with a gruff laugh. âyou wanna keep acting like a dumb bimbo as well as being a horny little brat? youâre a fucking cocktease, trynaâ get me all riled up all the time.â heâs standing now and so are you and everythingâs moving so quickly and what the fuck, because joel millerâ the man of your literal wet dreamsâ has you backing up against a tree and you can see the erection pushing hard against the seam of his pants. âhonestly, honey, iâm kinda sick of it. if you wanted me to fuck you, couldâve just been a good girl and asked me all politely. then i woulda been a lot more inclined to treat you nicer when it came down to it, yâknow?â a tiny whimper escapes your throat as he nips at your collarbone and you melt underneath him. âshhh, doll, gotta be quiet for me, yeah? sâokay. i know. i know, honey. but we donât wanna wake up ellie, do ya?â you shake your head vehemently as he tugs your trousers down your legs and you do your best to bite back a breathy moan. joelâs on his knees in front of you and he looks so pretty, so goddamn fine with his pupils blown and his mouth stretched out into a teasing smirk as he stands up to face you again. âbet if i put my hand down these pretty little panties right now youâd be soaked. ainât that right, baby?â you want to deny it but he doesnât give you the chance- itâs half a second before he does just what he said and finds you absolutely dripping for him. you go to grind down against his hand and he withdraws it, tutting unhappily at you. âsince when do sluts get to feel good?â he chastises you and you feel a sudden rush of heat needling its way through your veins and prickling its way up your neck. âyouâre being mean. âm not a slut,â you murmur and joel positively coos at you. âiâm mean, huh?â you nod desperately and he brings his hand back down, fingers brushing deftly against your clit as you squirm and try to cover yourself up. ânuh uh. you wanna act like a cheap whore, iâll treat you like one. yeah?â your headâs nodding before your brain even knows what he said.
next thing you know, youâre being absolutely wrecked as joel rubs his thumb against your clit to loosen you up as he slides his thick shaft into your abused cuntâ âare you crying right now?â he doesnât mean to but he groans. it makes him feel like sone kind of pervert to admit it, but thereâs something so raw and primal awoken in him at the sight of your tears. he wants to make you cry more. he wants to see you come undone. he wonders if youâll be crying then or if you scream his name and realised that heâs about to find out. you whimper again and clutch at his wrists and he mutters words of encouragement into your ear. âcâmon, i know you can take it, baby, isnât this exactly what youâve wanted the past few months? bullying me, tellinâ me i donât know how to fuck right, but iâm the mean one, right?â youâre babbling against his neck as he bottoms out in you and his facial expression is so fucking smug that if youâd been any less fucked out by now youâd want to murder him. ânasty men runninâ around in these woods. infected, too, probably. but you donât care, do ya? so much danger all around us and all you care about is me splittinâ you open on this cock, huh?â heâs looking expectantly at you for an answer even though he knows heâs unlikely to get one. youâre nodding, muttering incoherently, your mind in blissful agreement as tears gather on your lower lash line, spilling overâ heâs just too thick and long and big and you tell him as much, clutching at his wrist and gasping. all you get is a laugh and a slight grunt in response and suddenly youâre gasping for air as he pulls out and slams into you harder, pressing the smallest of kisses to your damp temple as he chuckles at you, back pressing hard into the bark of the tree. he pinches roughly at the fat of your thigh and you moan loud enough to wake the devil before heâs covering your mouth with his calloused palm, looking hurriedly over to check that ellieâs asleep. âbarely even in you and youâre already all fuzzy, huh? gonna fucking ruin you, angel.â
if thereâs one thing iâm gonna do in every conversation EVER when given the opportunity, itâs praise the wonder and gift that is you and your writing because iâm actually about to pass out from horniness overload. talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference, put it in a blender, shit on it, vomit on it, eat it, give birth to it.
âyou wanna keep acting like a dumb bimbo as well as being a horny little brat? youâre a fucking cocktease, trynaâ get me all riled up all the time.â
[âŚ] before he does die and ellie says something like he âperished from a lack of pussyâ in the eulogy.
PLEASE I FULLY GIGGLED OUT LOUD THIS IS SO????? ellie would definitely treat joelâs funeral like her own personal stand-up comedy special but as she should!
you murmur and joel positively coos at you. âiâm mean, huh?â
ani. how am i supposed to ever recover from this? this is serious for me. youâre absolutely insane (i love you so bad). i need immediate full compensation for how mumbled and jumbled my brain is.
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hiii could you write fem ready x nancy wheeler where reader and nance are dating and they are the ones going to talk to the victor at pennhurst and nancy does readers makeup or something with the outfit they have to wear before they go ? that sounds confusing so if it is you can change it up as much as you want !đ
pairing: nancy wheeler x fem!reader.
warning: pure fluff, kissing, established relationship, allusions to sexual situation, nancy is a straight up tease, feminine nicknames.
note: this is so sickly sweet iâm actually growing a cavity ( bad pun mâsorry.. ) but anyways!! missing my girl so much and iâve been really craving writing something super fluffy so why not wack out two birds with one stone?? âĽď¸
âQuit being a brat and sit still.â
You huffed in obedience, seizing your prior swiveling upon Nancyâs lap as she continued her present task of cushioning one of her makeup brushesâ packed with a rosy powdered blushâagainst your delicate cheekbones.
Both of your legs were thrown on opposite sides of Nancyâs thighs, caging them between yours whilst your knees dug into the soft bedding of her comforter.
Her tongue lolls out of the corner of her mouth in concentration, applying some finishing touches to your fragile eyelids that were decorated in soft hues of eyeshadow.
Humming in completion, her crystal azure irises leisurely traveling up and down the extent of your figure, giving you a final once over that has you wiggling under the heating surveillance of her stare once more.
Her signature grin takes over her features, watching you as she reaches for her aged hand mirror. âWanna see, sweetheart?â
Nodding timidly, she flips the object around so you were met with your reflection gazing back at you.
âPretty, huh, baby?â Nancy tilts her head slightly, examining the way you immediately become flustered; your bashful gaze shifting down to fidget with the hem of her dress that resembles the one she dressed you in. âNo need to get all shy on me. Prettiest girl Iâve ever seen, isnât that right, honey? Say it for me.â
Her thumb and index finger grasp your chin delicately, lifting your head to meet her eyes that has your whole body warming from confronting her praises. Deciding to finally humor her once you spotted the way her eyebrow began inch up impatiently. You meekly responded, âMâyour pretty girl.â
Nancyâs lips pull into a satisfied smile, revealing her pearly white canines in full. âThatâs right. My pretty girl,â Leaving an unhurried peck on your moisturized top lip, her tongue peaked out to drag across the flesh agilely; tasting coated shimmery lipgloss prior to capturing your eager mouth with her own.
Your incoherent whines and mewls only provoked her actions further, indifferently smearing your freshly finished makeup whilst your bunched skirt rid up your bare thighs increasingly.
Breaking apart, erratic breath decelerating, Nancyâs mouth broke out into another smirk; leaning in to tenderly nibble at the skin of your earlobe. Taking it between her teeth and tugging slightly, her raspy voice fell just below a whisper. âSo smart too.â