#*purr*

Oh hai, friend!

Tea order part 2 has arrived!

This from Adagio Teas (part 1 was from @camellia.sinensis on instagram, a montreal and quebec based company) at http://www.adagio.com & https://www.adagiotea.co.uk which is a website I highly encourage you to check or if you like tea or tea blends. Not only is their tea high quality, but they ate a company thay is very close to their customers (as proved by the random free tea they added for my birthday!) and who let you create your own mix, should you not find your heart's content from the wide selection available.

Unfortunately my utmost favourite blends, Q, an earl grey mix, ( https://www.adagio.com/signature_blend/blend.html?blend=32787 ) is only available on the dot com site, so I used the opportunity that being stuck in Canada for the quarantine offered me and ordered two bags. Not sure they will last....

*You're growling reply makes my lips twitch in a lazy grin, hips still rotating, grinding my wet, delicate flesh against your bobbing exposed cock. You feel so good. I feel as if I'm about to cum but, something is missing. I feel.. empty. There's a tight space within that needs to be filled and only you can do that both mentally and physically. I ache for you.

Your long, ringed fingers suddenly curl around my biceps. They tense as you start to push me away, my lids snapping open, then narrowing as your finger wags at me in a scolding manner as I growl in protest. Then I realize what you're doing. You're icy eyes cast downward, watching the gap between us as my pussy slip and slide against the base of your length.

I arch my back, squeaking in surprise as a hand is suddenly wrapped around my throat, pushing back. My heart stutters as I feel as if I'm about to fall backwards and I reach for you briefly, eyes wide as my hands flail and then grip at your outstretched arm, nails digging in your wrist to ensure I won't fall.

Panting, my eyes roll down to watch what you're doing, my hips have ceased their grinding but, still twitch from the sudden loss of movement. You're jerking your dick, coaxing more pre-cum to bead then drip down your pale, pink tip. My tongue runs over my lips absentmindedly as I think of sucking the liquid from you. Remering how you taste and smell with my lips wrapped around your cock. I'm lost in thought for a moment but, your grunt brings me back to the present. A moan leaving my mouth in return as your hips thrust, nudging your head to part the lips of my sex, then gliding up through my folds to bump my clit.

I shudder, loosening my grip on your arm as my eyes close in bliss. Bracing myself I gasp in anticipation as your tip just breaches my entrace, then quickly disappears. A low growl rumbles at the back of my throat, allowing my lids to peel back and then lower in annoyance as I spot your wicked, smug grin. Bastard. You're teasing me and I've had enough.

With a wicked grin of my own, flashing my sharp canines, I hiss and then thrust my hips forward sharply, impaling myself on your thick, ridged dick all the way to the hilt. Clenching my eyes shut in pure bliss, my insides clench immediately, contracting as the first of most likely, multiple orgasms take over my whole being, reducing me into a shivering, twitching pile of satisfied jelly. A garbled moan is the only response I have as my body leans back further, limp and nearly falling from your lap.*

The question sounds innocent enough, right? Well, Pietro knew better. He glanced towards Wade the anon, biting his lip for a moment. He knew that his answer, no matter what it would be, was going to have an impact on how Wade felt about himself. I could just say I love men with no hair. At all. Anywhere. That wouldn’t be a lie because he loves the shit out of Wade and, well, he fits that description. But the speedster knew that a simple reaction like that wouldn’t actually be taken the right way, and so he decided to tackle this a little bit more carefully. 

“Well, ‘Clearly Anon’ which isn’t Wade at all of course, “ He smiled and looked him up and down, wondering how he thought that his ‘clearly anon’ claim wasn’t obviously a lie. “I think it depends. I like clean, soft faces, as much as any other guy. Beards look nice and stuff, but have you actually touched that stuff? Rough, hard to clean. But when there’s no facial hair, you can stroke those cheeks and-” He sighed happily, “ they feel like newborn baby angel butts! Love the new look by the way, Anon.” He grinned, twirling whatever he had in his hands at the time.       

“Also, soooo not an anon? Because I can seeeeee Wade through the anon crap. “ he chuckled, tilting his head, “Can you be more amazing? Ever..? This is not cool. Nope. You are too good to be true!”                                                             

You’re such a cutie :3