#devilishiisms

         SHE’D NEVER seen that girl before, or if she had, erika had probably been too drunk to remember. she was pretty and she looked bored, probably regretting coming to the party in the first place. not that erika blamed her. she loved her parents but in what universe was it ever a good idea to have your twenty-something-year-old daughter go to a party where most of the people who came were in their fifties or sixties? “well, i get being jealous of me cause i’ve got the flask to get me through the night,” she began, regarding the other with a hint of a smirk. “why are you jealous of the flask?” she asked. nonetheless, she handed it over to the girl. “finish it off if you want. i know where i can get it refilled for free,” she grinned mischievously. 

MAX: i feel like it was an accident to get that picture. MAX: but i’m not complaining. MAX: whoever was supposed to get this is a lucky person. MAX: unless this was entirely on purpose, but wouldn’t that be a bit inappropriate? MAX: wouldn’t want to get anyone in trouble.

grace could feel everyone staring at her as she walked down the sidewalk but she knew she was asking for it. she’d worn exactly what raquel had wanted her to wear. the red lace top which was very much see through was over her breasts, though there wasn’t much of a use for it when everyone could see everything, including her hardened nipples. the skirt ended at the very top of her thighs, giving everyone a good look of her pussy as it rose while she walked. while they weren’t very tall, her shoes did just enough to make her legs look longer and hopefully more enticing. she looked like nothing but a whore, finished off with heavy whore make up and blonde hair cascading down around her shoulders. she’d never looked so slutty but she loved it. running her fingers through her hair, grace stepped into the sex shop that she and raquel had visited before. the first time, she had been a little self conscious but by that point, it was different. grace couldn’t wait to try out and use all the new things, desperate to get into her new role as soon as possible. spotting raquel at the other side of the small store, grace approached her and bit down on her bottom lip, her thighs slick from how turned on she was. “hi miss.”

"mm, i don't know," she teased at the blonde's next question, even as she let abigail kiss at her neck. "something's just telling me you don't mind being told what to do." arden bit her lip through a hum as she let teeth nip gently at her pale skin in a way that might leave a mark. she easily let her own hands wander over the girl's body in turn, a little hunger in her touch, and as much as arden was an ass girl, as much as she fully planned on fucking herself some royal ass tonight if she could, when her hands found abigail's tits, she'd have to say she gets it. "oh, so that's what you were thinking while you stared across the room at my dick all night," the redhead chuckled, smirk on her face. it’s not like she made any effort to hide the thick bulge at her crotch, to be fair; quite the opposite. "i couldn't tell... if you want to get yourself a really good look, though, maybe a taste, you'll definitely need to get on your knees."

        ‘ me again. ’ she speaks matter-of-factly, the teasing glint in her eye possibly giving way to just how much she had looked forward to returning. ‘ i’d ask if you missed me, but i think we both know the answer to that. ’ ophelia’s fingers play with the lacy bits of abby’s getup, already eager to touch her. beneath the overpowering mask of perfume, the vip room smells like bleach, but she knows better than to trust the cleanliness it implies. surely enough, it’s a small slight to look over when the main attraction came in the form of someone like abby. young, beautiful, and danced with a confident cock in her hip that made it all the more easier for ophelia to want her. the older woman wouldn’t be caught dead meddling in crowds such as these — bored male business execs that sought their self-worth in pretty girls worth a generous dollar, though to no avail. her encounter with abby only came as a coincidence when she was coerced to attend a meeting ... in a strip club. so, she did. begrudgingly so. but from it, came the greatest surprise. ‘ come here, you. ’ ophelia pats her lap, sharp smile slightly parted as she let out slow breaths. ‘ let’s have a look. ’

it was safe to say that interacting with people outside of their home was starting to put the both of them on edge. gael didn’t know how much longer he could take pretending to be a doting husband to a woman he truly didn’t know all that well. it clearly got to heather too, if the way they both seemed to shed the niceties and unnecessary clothing when they got back into the haven that was their home. witness protection was no joke and gael took it seriously that his life could be in danger, but he was also so tired. he needed a reprieve from it all that wasn’t just oversleeping. he needed something to let it all out. “i feel like i wanna beat the shit out of a punching bag. or maybe have someone beat the shit out of me.” he mused, sighing as he leaned into the couch, eyeing his ‘wife’. could he have ended up in this predicament with someone less frustratingly hot? he didn’t think so. she was the type of woman that made him lose focus, the kind he probably shouldn’t have let himself be around. “i need to get some of this energy out or i’m gonna snap and say some rude shit at one of these little dinner parties.” he said, eyeing her a moment longer and allowing his gaze to shift down her figure before he looked away, trying to control himself a little better. “you know what i mean?”               /  @devilishiisms​

      “ you're worried about how my father will look at you if he found out ? .. ––– why didn't you have the same sentiments while i was fucking you the other night ? ”