#nicholas.interactions

Maybe he shouldn't be smoking at a school event. But they were outside and there was smoke from the nearby barbecue that was run by one of the other dads. Nick's daughter, Jordan, was rushing off with her friends and dashing across the playground. He takes a drag and focuses on the task at hand: stuffing the piñata with candy. "Since when does the school help throw birthday parties? I don't remember getting this kind of treatment when I was a kid." Speaking to himself, though he opened it up to the other, "This private school shit is kind of new to me. Do you know how to open this thing?" He raises the piñata and shrugs. "I always thought the candy came with the damn thing."

Steel locks push into place as he turns to kiss her and push her onto the bed. "Tell me about your day." He teases as his clothes get tossed to the side.

"Hey." The male speaks, as he knocks on the door. "There you are." He smirks and closes the door, pulling the chain lock on for good measure. "It wasn't too much trouble getting out of work, was it?"

With his digits engulfed in her lips, his tongue darts out to taste her cheek. It was all so odd and sensual, yet the male couldn't hold himself back. They were taking it slow, yes, but every second that they had each other in this intimate embrace, he found himself falling deeper and deeper into love. "I love you." The male whispers, like a ghost confessing its love to its partner. 

The prestine faux leather was adorned with small gems that traced her name on the leash. A rose-gold tag read the name 'Nick', to illustrate his ownership of her. Attached to the loop was a short leash, dangling towards the surface as the male adjusted the collar. "It might be embarassing, but trust me... This'll make us such a better couple." The older gentlemen grins and sweetly kisses her. "Don't you want to belong to me?" He asks, "I've worked so hard so that you don't have to do anything but be mine."

Most of the blood on him was from the other man. Stains ruined his nice whit shirt, which was promptly tossed into the bin as he stepped under the scolding water. The sins washed away with the red pigment as the door opens behind him. "I'm okay." He quickly calls out, before she can worry.

"What happened next, princess? Don't stop there..." The male moaned as he drilled into her tight cunt. Their relationship was genuinely so beautiful—the give and take. He gave her everything and she let him take whatever he wanted. Some nights he wanted to be worshipped, others he needed her to let him use her like a toy. tonight he had a unique request; he wanted to see how she would react, while he fucked her during mundane tasks. First on the list: reading her book.

It's the moments of laughter and enjoyment that brings surprise into his life. He was no longer looking over his shoulder. His gaze was firmly fixed on the woman beside him—his partner. "Slow down." He tells her, as if calling to the Gods and begging them to slow down time so he can enjoy this moment. "I think we lost them. Cops are gonna be on our ass if they see you driving all crazy." He chuckles, then sliding into the passenger seat. "Let me know if you wanna switch."