Jun 22, 2020
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I have so many cool urls that I’m debating on changing this one
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Kisses Astor's cheek, right on top of the lip doodle, leaving a bit of gloss behind. Before drawing a lil lip doodle on the other cheek, and writing Muah~ on it as well, "Y'gotta match at least."
I suppose so!
“Bring it. M'safeword is xylophone."
Haha! I definitely wouldn't be able to bring myself to harm you Angel.
"Hey Astor, here y'go. I had some extra ones." He's throwing five packs of Fun Dip to him.
Thanks Angie!
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“...” He huffs, folding his arms, “...I mean I wasn’t specific on which hole I wanted to try.”
[ 💜 ] — ❝ True. I figured maybe we work up to two in each? ❞ Flicking his tongue out, the man wiggles his fingers suggestively, as if he’s not suggesting filling him with much more than that.
“I think I want to try fisting.”
Sexual Negotiations RP Meme NSFW
❝ . . . That’s a lil’ vague, babycakes. Can you be more direct? ❞
Had he been going too hard? Possibly. Was he paying for it now? Oh definitely. He's curled up on the couch, muttering, not a stitch of clothing on him. His eyes half-lidded and flicking about glazed with the fever he feels burning through him, too out of it to even try and move from his nice little spot on the couch, garbled bits of Italian and English leaving his lips, none of it making much sense at all. He'd felt it coming on, but with everything going on, there'd been no time for a break. No time for rest and recovery, and now he was down. He was down bad.
It wasn’t unheard of for the spider to never come to bed all night; plenty of times he was working, or just out blowing off steam. Sometimes he just couldn’t be assed to walk all the way to the bedroom after the amount of time he’d spent in six-inch heels all day. Fortunately, this time, the thirsty moth catches sight of him on the couch as he’s dragging his heels to the kitchen, and can instantly sense that something more is up than a nasty hangover. The nudity was pretty common, but the incoherent mutterings definitely helped.
[ 💜 ] — ❝ You— you okay over there, Ange? ❞