#godsless

            ‘  ———  wait  ,  what  happened  to  your  nose  ?  ’     //     @godsless​  liked  for  a  starter  ,  based  on  this  post!

            ‘  if  you  wanna  fuck  me  just  say  that  ,  stop  beating  around  the  bush  .  ’     //     @godsless​  liked  for  a  starter  ,  based  on  this  post!​

“  no  no,  it  wasn’t  really  a  question.  you  have  to  come,  you’re  like  my  good  luck  charm.  ”  /  @godsless​

it’s  always  been  easy  for  the  two  of  them  to  fall  into  stereotypes,  especially  if  they  were  out  together  in  public;  while  joan  was  by  no  means  dumb  —  not  in  any  conventional  way  anyway  —   but  compared  to  the  complexity  of  charlotte’s,  work  her  own  may  as  well  have  been  child’s  play.  how  many  times  must  she  have  been  laid  out  on  some  hill  at  nighttime,  listening  to  complicated  lectures  on  physics  &  planetary  movement  that  she  could  hardly  understand   —  maybe  that’s  when  she  knew  charlotte  was  the  one,  hearing  her  speak  with  such  passion.  or  all  those  nights  they  spent  in  exam  prep  (  or,  if  they’re  being  honest,  avoiding  it  with  other  less  productive  activities  ) .  and  so  she  is  again,  sat  cross  -  legged  on  charlotte’s  bed  with  a  deck  of  flashcards  in  her  hands,  carefully  cycling  through  another  string  of  seemingly  nonsensical  mathematical  terminology,  at  least  until  she  notices  a  familiar  strain  replacing  what  is  normally  a  focused  expression.  it’s  one  she’s  intimately  familiar  with;  the  stress  that  accompanies  thoughts  of  failure.  “  hey,  “  she  whispered,  setting  the  cards  down.  “  hey,  come  on.  eyes  up  for  a  sec.  “  sliding  herself  forward,  she  reaches  just  enough  to  catch  the  collar  of  charlotte’s  shirt.  with  a  few  gentle  curls  of  her  fingers,  the  top  two  buttons  fall  open,  exposing  more  skin  to  the  air.  “  breathe,  okay ?  let’s  take  a  break  before  you  start  having  weird  dreams  about  red  giants  or  something.  “

                                “  i don’t feel that guilty as he’s my best mate and all,   ”  gavin begins,  “   but i didn’t think we’d full on be stalkin’ him,  yeah?   why don’t you just ask him where he’s been?   ”    // @godsless​

"baby, i was only gone for like, two hours," sydney says with a grin as her little sister shows up in the kitchen—and it's more than clear what she wants. sydney's putting away groceries after a quick trip there along with a couple other errands. "someone's got to get actual food for you to eat. somehow i don't think daddy's piss and cum are enough for you, no matter how much of it you get…" she's still somewhat amazed by how easily she's been able to turn blair into such a slut for her cock, a slut for pleasing her—she's barely had to try. they're a couple weeks into blair living with her for the summer and sydney already has her baby sister wearing a collar for her around her expansive apartment, along with little in the way of actual clothing. just the way she likes her. "speaking of which, did you find what i left for you this morning?" after a couple times blair woke up in the middle of it, sydney was finally able to fuck her first thing that morning while she slept, just enough to leave a thick load of cum dripping out of her pussy.

"you look even more cock-hungry than unusual, babe," addison says with a chuckle, fingers running through the girl's dark hair as she whines against her own covered cock. "don't worry, you know we'll get you fed—" she's the first to hook her fingertips into the hem of her shorts, hips shifting a little more than necessary as she pushes down, down, her cockhead catching at the band until it finally escapes, freeing her length to jut out heavy and hard in sophie's face. arden's not far behind, and soon sophie's got another to choose from. “go ahead,” she purrs. “get your fill.”

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