‘   do   you   think   about   me   while   you   fuck   your   girlfriend   ?   ‘

~ Swarnadyuti

               “ you shouldn’t be here. “  

❛   you've   been         [   ...   ]         sleeping   with   other   women   ?   ❜         the   shock   is   what   causes   her   mind   to   slow   down,   gears   working   in   overdrive   in   her   head.         ❛   i   thought   we   were   together,   ❜         cerys   blinks,   unable   to   process   the   tears   welling   up   in   her   eyes   as   she   stares   at   him   in   disbelief.         ❛   you've   been   sleeping   with   other   women   and   now   one   of   them   is   pregnant.   ❜         she   can't   help   the   self   -   deprecating   laugh   that   follows,   shaking   her   head   as   her   heart   tears.         ❛   you're   sick,   logan.   i   never   want   to   see   you   again,   alright   ?   ❜         she's   already   rushing   around   his   room,   packing   what   little   things   she   left   at   his   place   into   her   small   bag.

@longiings​ // the male was looking at the female standing in his living room. their agreement was fairly simple ⎯ as long as he paid for her expenses and more, he demanded full exclusivity. she wasn’t allowed to get more clients, or pose for whatever cam show she was in the mood for. he was supposed to be his sugar baby and only his. “well, you actually are my property. as long as i pay for whatever your heart desires, i will call you mine.” he shrugged and loosened up his tie. “now, show a little gratitude and open your gifts.” he pointed at all the bags on the coffee table that were for her to enjoy. “i wouldn’t mind getting a little fashion show too.”

and he'll see to it that no one gets between the two of them.

river was sick, his first time being sick in his short little life. instead of bouncing the poor baby between households, his parents come to the conclusion that it's easiest on their recovering son if knox temporarily crashes at her house, which helps mitigate the parental burnout, too. even as co-parents their dynamic works almost unsettlingly well, though charlie would chalk it up to a mutual commitment to their son's wellbeing. nothing to do with any residual attraction. it's no surprise that they pick up where they left off when they temporarily start living under the same roof. maybe they commit to the strategy a little too much because they end up curled up on the couch streaming something raunchy on the tv that they can't play around their kid after she's showered and shed the spit-up-stained apparel in favor of an oversized t-shirt that she stole from knox and claimed as her own eons ago and simple comfortable underwear. the heat of her skin all too prominent with her ass pressed against his lap. the grip he has on the curve of her hip is firm and charlie can't deny herself the opportunity to grind onto his cock as her back melts against his chest. though his hold had been secure as he groped her ass and thighs it was nothing compared to the tightness with which he fondles a soft breast, keenly aware of that familiar heaviness that came with the milky fullness of her round breasts. it's partly why she darts off the couch. charlie slips out of his grasp with ease after grinding her hips onto his hardening length without warning, lush lips ghosting over the pulse point on his neck with teasing pressure to catch him off guard and make it simpler to escape his hold. she makes it to the baby's room, ensures the monitor is working in there and on the coffee table before she shuts the door and crawls back onto knox's lap. "you get very FOCUSED when you want something. i figure i had a better shot of closing his door now than if i waited. tactical measures." the tv is still humming flippantly in the background as charlie pulls her shirt off, shiny black tresses briefly covering her full breasts, hard nipples peeking through the bleached white ends before she tucked her hair back to gaze up at him with those deep, dark eyes of hers.

phone recording and directed at her face, tapping the screen and zooming the lens in closer to such winning features. though simply just filming these acts is fun in itself, apollo also gets a kick out of what remains once they're done. the evidence. his prize. the footage to be used and abused until he can recall every frame from his own sick memory. " smile, " warmth of his digits stroke down her face and lifts jaw, the device in other hand remaining steady to pick up her every reaction, " are you going to be a good girl and put on a show for me ? "