*he chuckles, remembering how the two of you got so close so quickly in the span of eight months*
I truly wanna thank that drunk girl for spilling that punch on my shirt. You were so quick to wanna wash it for me, ushering me into your friends laundry room. Didn’t know I’d be deep inside you, fucking you on top of the washing machine in a span of ten minutes.
*he licks his lips and bites on his bottom one as he stares into your eyes*
Go ahead and taste me, baby. You’ve been a good girl tonight. *he cups you’d cheek and kisses your forehead* Go ahead.
-Itto
i can only blush while he recounts how we met, remembering it all in vivid detail- not knowing i would have ended that night getting fucked within an inch of my life on top of a washing machine. not one to usually give into my desires right away- but with him it was different.
leaning into his touch, i whine when he kisses my forehead, the praise hitting me straight i’m the chest. i greedily accept his permission, leaning down to quickly unbutton and tug his pants down to his thighs- making quick work of his underwear too.
i’m greedy with the way i grab his cock, instantly licking my lips and wrapping them around the tip of him- tasting everything he had leaked. eyes watery while i look up at him, just sucking on the tip graciously.
you taste good.
i whine, thighs squeezing together- leaving a kiss to his messy cock, sucking him back in to my mouth, not bothering being patient with it, wanting to show him how much i wanted him.
