#fruitripe

the mafia princess watched with a sick interest as his parents openly wept on the television in front of him. it was a bit of an act, likely the mafia parents had sent out plenty to find phoenix. but it was unlikely that they'd look for him here as he was bent over in front of the tv, in a dirty motel room, whimpering as the delicate lace panties were toyed with. "please. please!" phe wasn't sure if he was begging for more to be released or both. the curvy body squirmed but did not jump away from the touch of the other. if anything, it pushed into it.

on the other side of her roommate's door, emma stood. one hand against the frame. "hey. welcome home. sorry, am i in your way?" yes. yes, she was. right there in the other's room. normally not a place that emma ended up. truth was, she had misplaced one of her phone chargers and remembered lending them one. lo and behold though, said roommate left the laptop open with a curious webpage on it. once looking through it, from sheer curiosity, emma had suddenly changed her opinion on them. what once was seeing them as some withdrawn nerd was completely changed. "tell me- have you been hiding your kinkiness from me this entire time?"

summer knew what she was doing and they both knew it — this game of cat and mouse was something that kit would willingly fall victim to every time though. "summer," they breathed, head shaking in disbelief that she would make the both of them wait any longer. "i said please." not that it mattered. if summer wanted to withhold from them then she could do so for as long as she was capable of. "come on," their fingers curled around her thigh, "don't you want me?"