#dinokingrex

Rushing into an abandoned cabin in the middle of the woods as the storm raged around them, Shireen shut the aged wooden door behind them and removed her saturated shawl, hanging it on the back of a dusty chair to give it time to dry.

"Can... can we make a fire?" she asked with a shiver, hating the words coming from her lips, but knowing the cold left them no choice; as she eyed the hearth on the far side of the room. "I will... check to see if there are any blankets or anything we can use..."

“You know, I think I can get use to this…” Rexy said to his wife as she was on top of him-he was sitting in the sofa. His hands went to her plump ass and he squeezed them. The place they had was large! It was amazing.

Rexy nipped at her ear. “I’m not use to a stylist life but I’ll get use to it~..” He gave her ass a smack. “And I’m sure you’ll get use to me pumping my loads deep inside you~.” from @dino-king-rex​

“Uh huh,” she whispered, smiling into the kiss. Being with Rexy was great, and her parents loved him. Partly because he was a massive step up from all the other bad boys she had dated ( one she almost married ). 

Rexy had his arms around his lover as he nips and kissed her, he felt every single inch of her glorious body… he couldn’t get enough until something slipped from his mouth.

“I want to breed you…” Rexy whispers, he didn’t know where it came from… but he wanted it. “I want to breed you and everyone will know you’re mine with the baby I put inside you~.”

Even as she responded to his caresses with gentle touches of her own, Cheryl felt a pang of regret at Rexy's words.

[ sms ] going to see a band 2nite! going w/ needy <3 [ sms ] talk l8r?

Low Shoulder might have been an indie band, but a band was a band. It did help that the lead singer was cute, and she hoped that by attending, she would catch his eye and end up at least having some fun that night. But she couldn't help message her other best friend before leaving, just in case he decided to drop by her house later.

Those were the last messages she sent him, not until she managed to drag herself from the riverbank all the way up to his home. Jennifer had exhausted most of her energy by then, and she could only rock the rocking chair out on the porch until one of the backrest's spindles until it banged against the wall.

Jennifer loved all of their kids, but there were times when she wanted to be alone with her husband. So, she had arranged a Hal//loween weekend at her mom’s and at his mom’s for Byleth and the twins. It helped that there were two trick or treat nights scheduled at different dates, which meant double the candy, which also meant that they didn’t have to convince the three to pack their stuff and go.

Aside from picking out the kitchen knife from By’s backpack – no, you can’t use a real knife when you’re going as M.ichael Myers, honey! – everything went off smoothly, and they were finally, finally, alone.

“…you sure you want to do that?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at Rexy as she watched him grab a strip of bacon off of her plate. “You absolutely sure?”