#cravespraise

Mercedes had her fingers wrapped around the older woman’s neck with enough pressure applied for Tenille to feel it. She wasn’t normally one who found herself in the dominant role but when she heard that sexy Australian accent encouraging her, she couldn’t help but feel good about it. That’s not to say she’d want to always be the one in charge. Mercedes was just a little too submissive for that. “You have no idea what your voice does to me, Ten. So fucking sexy,” she mumbled as she leaned down to press a kiss to the woman’s lips, and then the kisses trailed down her skin. Mercedes released the hold she had on Tenille’s neck and began to kiss over her jawline, down her neck, and onto her breasts. “I wanna feel that mouth between my legs,” the younger mumbled as she glanced up at her.

                          OF COURSE, SHE WAS GOING TO MAKE HIM WORK FOR IT. Something like that was expected with the attitude she’s shown over the last number of years. Tenille was a dweeb when their paths first crossed but Punk loved the woman she’s become. “It’s so sexy,” he agreed, not even trying to argue with her because she knew him too well. The Chicagoan moaned against his lips that refused to open, even when she started to give attention to his neck. As this was happening, his hand was snaking beneath her shirt and running his digits along her skin. When his hand got a little higher, he noticed something. “No bra?” he had a smirk pull onto his features as he said that. “I’m gonna have you screaming my name by the end of the night. I hope you know that. Drop the ‘mean girl’ attitude and we can stop bullshitting around,” Punk whispered to her.

Phil could never make sense of Valentine’s Day and why people obsessed over it as much as they did, however, the last thing he wanted to do was show up empty-handed to his girlfriend’s house. He might not have been the biggest believer in the holiday yet he didn’t want to ruin it for her. A simple bouquet of flowers was all it took to get the job done. At least for now. Phil sunk his hands into the pockets of his jacket once she took the flowers from him. “You didn’t need to get me anything,” said the Chicagoan. He didn’t even wait to hear what she had to say since he quickly assumed it was something like chocolates or who knows what. Boy was he wrong. His eyebrows raised a little as the thoughts quickly poured into his head. He never took her as the handcuff type. Lingerie? Yes, but not handcuffs. “Sounds like we’ll have a fun time later, huh? After dinner.”

“I fucking care about you and your safety so no, I’m not going to give you a break because you did something stupid,” he said to her - making sure he was perfectly clear about how he felt right now. When Phil got the phone call, he dropped everything and rushed as fast as he possibly could. He quickly packed a small bag and got on the first flight that he could to the city that she was competing at and made his way to the hospital in a hurry.  No one seemed to be moving at the speed that he wanted them to so he was in a mood, of course. “Look. I’m sorry for snapping... I just... What the hell happened? Did someone drop you or something?” the Chicagoan wondered as olive-colored orbs stared the younger woman in the face. One of his hands rested on the bed of the hospital while the other came to rest on her arm.

Tommy had been admiring Tenille from afar most of the night where they found themselves hanging out with some mutual friends. They had barely said a word to each other until she approached him unsuspectingly. The Dutchman looked up from his phone when he heard the Australian’s accented voice pass through his ears. Tommy stared for a moment, admiring her before he finally speaking up. “Yeah. Of course,” he said. His thumb pressed into the button on the side which told the phone to shut off the screen so that he could safely slip the device into the pocket of his black denim jeans. ”What’s up?” he asked as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.

Moments after the Australian and the Scot ended what ended up being a passionate, intense make-out session, he reached for her hand that felt so small in his grasp and he led her to his crotch. There was no doubt in Drew’s mind that Tenille could feel his cock that was violently pressing against his jeans. “You like what you feel?” he said as he let go of her hand and he brought his hand up her body to her chest where he grasped her chest and ran his thumb against her covered nipple. “You like how hard I am because of you? Take it out, princess,” added Drew as a wicked smirk spread across rugged features. 

Sunrays peaked in between the curtains to greet the sometimes loving; often arguing couple that was already off to a great start this morning. It was barely even eight o’clock in the morning and the two of them were already awake and moving. Randy had Tenille on her side, naked, and with his cock buried deep inside of her body. He held her leg up to hold her in the perfect position. Tired moans filled the bedroom from the both of them as they continued to fuck.