#pvrincess

he’s carrying a large box in his arms into his new home.  it’s a drastic change to what he was used to ------- cold stone walls and metal bars locking him in like a caged animal.  he wasn’t a bad person,  he just made some bad choices.  one’s that he regretted.  one’s that landed him in here.  the outside world was now foreign to him,  civilization was like some fantasy world.  and he was tossed into it with his bag of belonging and a half-hearted ‘good luck’.  

he had a large family ----- a decent family.  someone lent him a truck to get around in and even sent some money his way to help get him on his feet. hopefully he could make it last until he found a job that would hire him. 

Letting go of Leah was always the hardest part - though he would never let that be known to anyone else; her especially. No, Matt wasn’t ashamed to show emotion like other men who always tried their best to act as macho and tough as they possibly could. Their relationship wasn’t meant to be serious. It was sex. It’s always been sex. Why’d it had to go and develop into something more? This wasn’t supposed to happen… but he was letting this happen and he wasn’t trying to fight it. Matt pulled the older woman in close. Close enough that she was pressed up against his bare upper frame. He was still in his ring gear which left most of his upper body uncovered. Ring worn hands rubbed against her waist before he leaned in and captured her lips. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to say anything. His actions would speak louder than his words. No one was around. Not at the moment at least. Matt could kiss her in peace.

             –– ––              his   hips   snapped   forward   one   more   time   before   his   body   cramped,   his   fingernails   were   digging   into   her   thighs   and   his   mouth   stood   open   with   a   choked   moan   on   his   tongue.   fck,   he   wished   he   wouldn’t   have   reached   the   orgasmic   high   already,   would   have   loved   to   make   the   moment   last   forever.   but   now   it   was   over  and,   ❝ crap.. ❞,   jon   sank   back   into   the   sheets.   the   blond   didn’t   dare   to   blink,   wanted   to   enjoy   the   last   seconds   he   got   to   see   her   on   top   of   him,   her   thighs   resting   against   his   sides   and   her   fingers   scratching   over   his   chest.   leah   had   left   some   marks   on   the   tan   skin   but  jon   didn’t   complain.   marks   of   heavy   lovemaking   were   a   big   compliment   to   him.   even   when   she   was   just   sitting   there,   ❝ that was fcking   s.exy. ❞   leah   was   perfection.   she   was   H  O  L  Y   to   him,   no   matter   how   dirty   they’d   play.   even   though   his   member   was   getting   soft   slowly,   sensitive   quicky,   jon   didn’t   move,   enjoyed   the   contractions   of   her   tight   and   wet   walls   as   they   both   tried   to   come   down   from   their   climaxes. 

Orton shook his head as he surveyed the scene he walked onto. R-Truth was knocked out on the ground with a bunch of wooden guitar chips spread around him. The 24/7 Championship was gone. He saw Elias with it earlier but Randy didn’t care enough to make a move on the songsmith when he had his eyes set on another championship he wanted. Carmella was there as well. The Viper pitied her. A former champion fell so far down the totem pole that she has resorted to being a comedy act alongside Truth, “Why?” the man asked; catching her attention. He didn’t even bother to try and help Truth out after that nasty guitar shot. “Aren’t you supposed to be a former Smackdown Live Woman’s Champion?”

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