hi mama!!! i am back again…… the concept of gerard touching the maid but also ignoring her and hes also smoking… his hand just gently touching her panties and she’s like starting to lose it but he just wont pay attention to her!!!
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hello pancake. I do in fact be thinking about this. im making it a little fucked up. oops ! kisses hon, xox
55 minutes in. the porch lights are dim, lynz went to bed around an hour ago. and it started so simple, moving your legs over his on the bench, kicking out so you could read comfortably.
he's smoking again. he lets himself smoke 4 months out of the year. you guys decided you would read together on the porch and wind down from the day, the warm evening outdoors matching the southern gothic timber of your book. his hand dances over your thigh, your head cushioned by the bench. its cosy and semi perfect- warm and easy.
as his hand creeps up your skirt- so you look over the top rim of your book at him. his glasses are slung low, his over-edited copy of doom patrol resting in one hand. pen behind the ear. he's somewhere else completely- not present in the world of your evening. so you let him feel around. he needs something to ground him.
when his fingers brush the crotch of your panties, you catch a giggle huff out of his chest. you're soaked. ignored and waiting. he whispers over "just let dad check sugar, hush it-" and you whine low in your gut as he explores you cunt with a grade like precision.
he's inspecting you, just moving his fingers around between your folds- spreading your mess from point a to point b. he isn't looking at you, moving to put his paper copy down, then lights a cigarette as he moves to focus on savouring what you would assume is the last cigarette of the day.
when he begins pressing down further- wringing noises out of you that punch you in the gut, specifically as he pushes down on that spot inside of your cunt- the book is long abandoned for basic begging. pleas of please-look-look at me dad- and I-ineed you, I'll ride-ride you anything please-please look-daddy look,
it's not playing dirty if its the right idea. you pull the top of your shirt down to expose your chest- his eyes flick over your tits for a second- but then he moves to examine your pussy with a hilarious intensity. pushing his glasses down on his nose as he punts two fingers out of you. the smoke from his cigarette hitting your nose like a punch in the face.
"kid could you, quit-shh-shut the fuck up honey- mom will hear you, we-were just playing hm? im check-checking your little cunt-hon-honey, momma-momma doesn't know about-about the smoking-you'll keep my secret if- if I keep this one hm? who knew-my pretty girl is such a whiney little bitch honey-"
