#ameriicangraffiti

       NAZANIN WASN’T SURE if she was surprised or not. the warm liquid running down her cheek definitely hadn’t been expected, but in the back of her mind, she had sort of figured this would happen sooner or later. ricky was young, admittedly, and he often lasted as long as she’d remembered eighteen year old boys lasting. still, her thin fingers ran through his cum to wipe it from her cheek. her viridescent gaze fell to her fingers, knees burning from the hard wood barely supporting them and her back was sore from being bent over so long, jaw aching and mouth red and raw from kissing and sucking.      ‘     is that all you’re going to give me?     ’    she challenged, hoping that he still had more in him because one round never satisfied her. it felt oddly possessing to have him cum on her face, but she couldn’t say that she minded the longer she sat on it. usually, naz was the one in control as she goaded him to fuck her until bruises formed. reaching out to pull him closer, back meeting the bed as she guided her boyfriend above her, naz whispered hotly against his ear,      ‘     please, baby. i want to feel you stretching me out and fucking me so hard that i still feel you tomorrow.     ’ // @ameriicangraffiti

thomas: aslo! you unfollowed me on insta? WOW

It was nice to actually get some time off from work, Sid jumped at the chance to go and work at the camp that he used to go to every single summer. When he was walking to the bonfire, his eyes caught on his roommate, Winnie was unbelievably good looking and he got completely nervous around her. So when he saw there was a seat next to her, he took a deep breath and walked over to her. “Hey, can I uh- sit next to you?” He asked, looking towards the empty seat.

          “ well, i can’t say i’m too surprised to see you here. ” holden glances down at winnie, sitting outside a general store while nursing a bruise with a bottle of cola. seeing the girl post-fight was nothing out of the ordinary for him these days. “ i was gonna ask who won, but i think i already know the answer. ” taking a seat next to her, holden props his arms up on his knees. “ hope you don’t mind my company. ”

things were different. that much was obvious from the moment she had arranged for them to meet in some far off motel. usually, things were dealt with in the confines of her affiliate’s safe houses. dawson was suspicious, but he fought against it and agreed to meet with her anyway. a heavy sigh fell past his lips, body leaning back against the hood of his car as he waited for her. their relationship had been far from conventional, dawson conscious of the real differences that took place between them. he was using her for information, much to his discontent. he’d been forced to do it and now there seemed to be no way out of it. had she figured it all out? is that what all of this was about? another sigh fell from his lips, clearing out in the cool night air when he noticed a car pull up just across the road. “del,” he hummed, pushing his weight up and stepping up to meet her. his lips twitched, a weak attempt at changing the worried expression on his features. “i was worried you’d bail.” a soft laugh left his lips as he pulled the car door open for her, waiting for her to come out. 

but recently he’d had a few run-ins with a pretty little lady who wanted nothing to do with him. but as he sat on the couch, a little stoned if he was honest, at this sponsors party, he couldn’t help but laugh when he saw her making her way through the people. arms were crossed in defiance as she tried to find someone who clearly didn’t want to see her. “delaney.” he called with a wave, ready for the same annoyed look and roll of her eyes. but still, fox liked to try to entertain her when he could. “i’ve got a free seat if that’s what you’re looking for.”