#bob gray

but after consuming Pennywise… ooh, it started the whole trolling/rage-baiting campaign against everyone in town

Okay but imagine this: cock warming while you help apply his clown make up.

18+

"Robert," you warned with a strict voice. "Stop that or I'm going to mess up your make up."

He hummed with a smile on his face as you continue to press the white painted covered sponge against his cheek.

"You feel so good, darlin. Can't help it," he lets out a tight groan, his cock thickening inside of you.

You bit down on the inside of your cheek, doing your best not to let him know how turned on you were by this. His cock deep inside of you as you sat on his lap, applying his Pennywise make up.

"The show starts in ten minutes and I only have your left cheek covered. I need to focus," you said, kissing his nose.

Bob's, or as you called him Robert, hands rested on your hips, slowly dragging you back and forth on his cock. This was his idea, you sitting on his cock as you applied his make up, and you thought he would behave but you should have known better. Robert was crazy about you, this relationship new only by a few weeks, and you two couldn't keep your hands off of each other. Any chance you could get, his cock was inside of you or your mouth was taking his entire length.

"Fuck, your pussy is so god damn tight," Bob groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as his cock began to swell inside of you. "Can I fill you up, darlin? Please. I'm not gonna be able to hold it."

Setting the sponge and face paint down on the small desk next to you, you slowly grazed your lips over his, breathing heavily into his mouth. You let out soft mewls of pleasure, saying his name in the kind of voice you knew drove him wild, and started bouncing on his cock. The sounds of skin on skin and your shared groans of pleasure were sure to be heard by anyone passing by his carnival tent. Neither of you care, however. As hard as you were trying to hold back, hearing Bob beg for you always made you melt for him.

"Fill me up real good, ya? So I'm walking around all night with your cum running down my leg," you nibbled on his bottom lip, wet pussy dragging your arousal against his pants.

Bob's head fell against your shoulder as you rode him faster now, the old wooden chair holding both of you up creaking.

"God damn it, darlin. You know I love it when you talk like that," he brushed away your shirt from your neck to sink his teeth into your slick skin. "Take it all, every last drop."

The last three words were enunciated with a hard thrust into you before his warmth filled you full, some of it dripping down onto his lap.