punkstar.. starpunk.. i like them

Can hardly fulfill his end of the bargain once you got your hand down his pants, hand tugging on his restrained cock while he’s got his lengthy fingers breaching your panties and tentatively prodding your pussy. You’re both pressed up against one another, your back to a wall while he looms over you, wrists disappearing down each others unzipped pants. He ruts pathetically into your palm, lips parted in shallow pants that blow against your cheek, fingers feebly attempting to stroke your clit. Cums prematurely, humping into your hand even after he’s spent, weak moans breaking past his lips, overstimulating himself just to try and convince you he’s not finished just yet, that he didn’t just cum in his pants after a few good tugs on his cock from a hot girl. Still keeps his fingers briskly stroking your clit, focusing too much on what he remembers what you said you like when you fuck yourself on your own fingers. Doesn’t let up even when you tell him it’s okay, brow furrowed in determination, trying anything he thinks will work. Lips twist up when he finally hears you gasp, fingers suddenly grasping onto him, “Yeah?” He asks, voice low and awing, “Is that it?”

ID: The “(opening my god damn email) there better not be any god damn emails in here” tweet by audipenny edited to read “(working in the god damn customer service industry) there better not be any goddamn customers in here.” End ID]

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