☎ cora
NAME: the other hale (?)
RINGTONE: Default
PICTURE: N/A
LAST TEXT RECEIVED: i need scott's number.
LAST TEXT SENT: Go fuck yourself.
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☎ cora
NAME: the other hale (?)
RINGTONE: Default
PICTURE: N/A
LAST TEXT RECEIVED: i need scott's number.
LAST TEXT SENT: Go fuck yourself.

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context: cora sent a risqué photo to the wrong number, intending to send it to her spouse/the person she’s dating. your muse got the text instead.
kinks/connections: taboo, age gap, adultery, power dynamics, a/b/o, masturbation, toy use, step/child, step/sibling/in-law, student x teacher, boss/coworker, wrong number/stranger, ex, best friend etc
cora: [ img ] cora: miss u
“𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨.” ╱ @corasv
“¿Sí?” cuestionó divertido, recordando instantáneamente lo que había dicho en la fiesta: no recordaría nada. “Si vienes a reclamar algo debes saber que yo no fui, me estuve portando de maravilla. ”
This might be the worst idea his team will have ever proposed, and so naturally Joe accepted without a second thought.
After all this time, there is still a need to get one over Cora Jones; if anything, to do it before she does. They were bound to run into each other again at some point, so what better way than to do it live on air in front of a dozen cameras.
A combination of medications – or, more accurately, daily vitamins for the modern yuppie – sits in the palm of his hand before he washes them down with a Diet Coke. Nerves? No, can’t be. This is something different. However, there’s a sudden knock on the door, and he immediately snaps out of it. Switched on.
“Cora—” the name breezes past his lips, tugging at the corners into a complacent smirk. He holds the door open, taking in all of her beauty and glamour. “We’re on soon. Shouldn’t you be in hair and make-up?”
@coraxjones
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não querendo ser muito óbvia, mas rolar um ataque de [ insira suspense aqui ] no meio da praia, e vai rolar umas mortes e vamos ter que fazer uns turninhos bacanas pra conseguir conter [ insira suspense aqui ] e levar os sobreviventes pra um lugar seguro. turnos em grupo e pa <3 eu não sei explicar as coisas sem dar spoiler, mas juro que a gente vem pensando nisso faz um tempão, então epero que vocês gostem..

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i love her so much i wld die for her i wld steal every star in the sky if it meant that she would be happy shes so beautiful nd fuckeng fantastic anyways i love her
open to- anyone
connections- spouse, lover, in-law, step/sibling, step/child, student, boss, coworker, etc
kinks- voyeurism/exhibitionism, taboo, infidelity, cnc, breeding etc
cora fell forward, bracing her palms against the railing as she bent at the waist, back arching inwards in a languid stretch. she exhaled a drawn sigh that followed the rolling of her shoulders, taking a moment to simply be- startling at the touch of a hand at her lower back, cora's breath hitched, familiar with their hold, easily recognising who had joined her. ' you shouldn't be here, ' she scolded lightly, though she smiled, her stare scanning the other buildings around them for prying eyes. despite her words, cora found herself spreading her legs as she bent forward further at the pressure of their hand up her back, cunt conditioned by their presence to slicken her thighs, wet and aching to be filled like only they could. ' anyone could see us ... '