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HIII!!!!!! IM SO GLAD U LIKE MY STUFF!!!!!!

hastur looks so fucking CUTE og my god... hes so sly and so GAY..... i love his silly little yellow cartigan EEEEEK I LOVE THIS SO MUXG

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being the pretty jailbait at the bar, barely even 21, wincing while you drink a vodka cran because you hate the taste of liquor <3 you smile and bat your pretty lashes at him, lean forward so he can get a peek down your dress. Pretty soft tits, pretty soft mouth.

"You should go talk to someone younger. Someone nicer," Patrick says once you've practically slid into his lap. when your hand is resting on his thigh, teasing its way higher and higher.

You just smile pretty. "I don't want someone younger, or nicer."

And that's how you wind up bringing him home— your cute little college apartment, with pink walls and throw pillows and plush blankets covering the couch.

"Shh... my roommates—" You whisper as you shut the door behind the two of you. You nod towards the two closed doors to your left and grab his hand, so soft and small in his.

When you pull him into your bedroom and shut the door behind him, you waste no time sinking to your knees, working the button and zipper of his jeans, clumsy in your desperation to free his cock.

You moan at the sight— long and thick and pulsing, flushed at the tip. When you peer up at him, with that pretty, smug smile, he loses his sense of restraint.

"Open that fucking mouth—"

And you do— pink tongue out as you meet his gaze, taunting him, begging for it. You moan as he pushes his cock between your full, pretty lips, accepting the intrusion.

He groans, fucking into the soft, wet heat. So eager, so willing. You gag as he pushes in deeper, eyes watering.

"That's it— deeper. You can take it."

Your lashes flutter as his cock brushes against the back of your throat, and you moan softly. He watches you reach a hand up, pressing against your throat as you swallow him entirely.

It flips something— seeing you able to take his entire cock into your throat— like you'd done it time and time again. "God, you're a fucking slut, huh? Taking this cock like a fucking champ," He groans, thrusting so your nose is buried in the nest of pubes just above his cock.

Drool drips, stringy and messy, and you moan your response around him. nuzzling your nose against the curls as you take him as deep as you can. One of your hands plays between your thighs, toying with your clit, and the other moves between his legs, fondling his balls.

You've done this before, many times. That much is fucking clear. Patrick isn't the first older man you've brought home— he sure as fuck won't be the last. You'd take anything he'd give you, so he plays into it.

He holds a fistful of your hair, keeps you in place as he pulls out and fucks himself back in, punching his cock against the back of your throat. He feels the muscles of your throat constrict, gripping him tight.

"That's it— just sit there and take it. Let me use that pretty mouth."

You sit there so pretty as he fucks your face, accepting it with pretty wet eyes and a drooly, gaping mouth. He thrusts deep into your mouth, feels your throat squeeze, and holds your nose closed.

You jerk slightly, eyes widening as your breathing is cut off. You try to be good, to stay still, but soon you're slapping at his thighs, pinching hard until he lets you pull off and take a gasping breath.

"Too rough?" He asks, tugging slightly at your roots.