#-conversations

“Hawaiian is a look, not many can pull off. Don’t sound so surprised, you know how many attires I can rock in.”

                  “I’m just full of surprises.” Hand gently places itself down on her leg, softly squeezing it as his eyes looked upwards to her. “Forget about that dick, and ride mine.” Smirk already covering his features, as Kenny presented an offer he knew she couldn’t refuse.

Being helped up, his hand instantly holds onto his stomach. He’s probably got internal bleeding, the stubborn nature of the male isn’t really going to let him believe he’s hurt however. “Fuck kid, you came right in the nick of time. Fancy seeing you around here.” A moment of pause, as he spits out a tooth catching it with his free hard. “Know a good dentist or something?” Holding up the tooth to the younger male’s view. “Ah I let them get a good punch or two in, only fair. Didn’t really catch the guy’s name, something about his girlfriend and my mouth. Mother always said, I had an issue with people who don’t share.”

                        The intoxicating sight was a treat to the Bullet Club leader’s eyes, gentle orbs instantly fixating onto her as the female allowed fingers to slide into her entrance. He had thought about this very moment, for some time now. The taste of her, the feel of that pussy gripping around his throbbing member, was this love? Not by any means, this was lust and nothing more. The animalistic urges had taken over, he wasn’t craving her, he needed her. Patience had always been a virtue Kenny had practiced, and such an outlook finally paid off. Sasha accidentally sending Omega a picture or two, gave the Cleaner all the reason to demand this very night to occur. It wasn’t going to be gentle, loving or pure. It was going to be just how Kenny liked it, rough. “Don’t stop on my accord.” A coy smirk presenting itself upon his lips, slowly allowing his frame to drop down onto the bed. His sight not dropping from the female or her actions for a single moment. Hand rises up, to brush his beard as he continues to watch the show Sasha is putting on for him. “Reckon you’ll be saying the same thing, after I’m through with you?” Sinister tongue brushes itself alongside Kenny’s upper teeth, his tone is lust now having taken over. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

               “I don’t see how I was talking shit, I simply said I didn’t care about you. That’s the truth, and the Internet lost their minds over it. You’re like some goddess to virgin creeps living in their parents basement Sasha. Try to not take it so personally, when you’ve got such a rating. It’s hard for you interact with lesser performers. But that can always change, if you’re serious about getting some advice.”

“Just a comment, y’know for future reference.”