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The only two that were able to make me pick up a pencil after almost 10 years

toxic!ex!ellie

"come on, baby," she says, as she peppers light kisses along the nape of your neck. "don't be a prude. you called me over for a reason,"

"forgive me for not wanting to fuck because you keep bringing my girlfriend up," you say, crossing your arms.

yet, you don't push her away.

"if it makes you feel any better, dina doesn't know i'm here either,"

"you're such a bitch,"

she smiles against your skin. "and what does that make you?"

you let out an irritated sigh, and ellie seems to read your mind because she grabs your arm tightly before you get a chance to pull away. she knows you. she should, after all, you two had spent the past year breaking up and crawling right back to each other.

"don't get mad, i'm just kidding. you know it's hard for us not to fall back to our old routines,"

"it doesn't make it any less wrong,"

"did you call me over to do something right, then?"

there's no point lying, because she knows you. inside and out. she knows how to get you crawling back to her every single time. and you let it happen, because there's no one who would ever compare to her.

"let's just get this over with," you say. "dina's shift ends in an hour,"

she doesn't hesitate. her grip loosens on your arm and she pulls away. even without turning to look at the smug look on her face, you know she's silently celebrating her victory in her head, but also that she knew she wouldn't leave without having you. it was all a game.

you're quick to pull your shirt off, still leaving your bra on.

"she's possessive, huh?" ellie says, her eyes lingering over the dark blue mark peeking just slightly over the left cup of your bra. "she thinks that'll keep me away?"

"shut up, ellie,"

ellie's quick to kiss you- fierce, without a hint of true passion behind it. it's more of a hunger, a victory lap. your hands fumble to unbutton her shirt, and she eagerly shrugs it off before her hands are all over you. on your hips, your waist, then they slip beneath your bra. her hands are rough against your skin, but it feels almost a little too comfortable for your liking.

a small moan escapes you as she pushes your bra up your chest, letting your breasts out before attaching herself to your left nipple.

"don't hold back," she mutters against you. "you know how i like it,"

she doesn't let you, as her mouth only grows more feverish. her hand continues to work its way down your shorts- where you need her most. ellie slips a finger through your folds, gathering the wetness before inserting two fingers inside you. the noise you let out is shameless, echoing through your bedroom.

and with that, everything's left in a daze for you.

her fingers continuously thrust inside of you, angled to the spot she knows makes you weak all over. you're squeezing your thighs around her hand, but she pays it no mind and only diverts her attention to your other breast. as much of a bitch as she is, she knows not to leave a mark. you tighten your grip on her hair, pushing her away and pulling her up to kiss you.

"fuck, ellie," you manage breathlessly. "please,"

"you know i'll give you everything you want. just be patient,"

ellie pulls her fingers out of you, rushing to yank her pants down as you do the same with your panties. she's grown a small bush, the same shade as her hair. you almost miss it, the way it would feel against her face as you ate her out.

she spreads your legs and her own as she slots herself in- she's all slippery and sticky, falling right into place in between your legs. a pink flush is evident on her cheeks, a glassy distant look in her eyes. you've seen this version of her so many times yet you can never seem to get enough of her. her noises are dizzying- a varied array of curses, gasps and moans that only fuel you further.

it only takes a few minutes, for both of you to finish, left gasping as you two collapse onto the bed.

it only takes a few seconds after for guilt to seep in.

"well," ellie says, breath still uneven. "that was nice,"

you reach for your phone on the nightstand, pretending to text someone before tossing it mindlessly on the bed and pushing yourself up. your hands search around for your clothes, and you're starting to pull your underwear up your legs as you open your mouth to speak.

"you should leave. ashley's on her way here,"

"you don't have to lie to get me to leave. don't worry, i'll get dressed,"

it's such a shame, that she's the one who knows you the best yet, you two would never work together.

she’s never had anyone pay attention to her ass before - girls usually focus on her sensitive tits, swirl their tongue around her nipples until she’s whimpering like a bitch in heat. or they gravitate towards her arms, the lean muscle of her biceps displaying her obvious strength. never, never has anyone worshipped her ass the way you do.

at first, she’s shy about it - she blushes when you give her a quick slap on the ass while passing by, laughs nervously and rubs at the back of her neck when you squeeze the fat of her glutes through her boxers. but eventually, she finds that her pussy fucking throbs every time your hand makes contact with her back side.

one night, when you have her bent over on the mattress, your strap prodding deep into her gushing cunt from behind, you smack your open palm against one of her cheeks just to watch the way her skin flushes bright red from the contact. if only you could feel how tight her cunt constricts around the strap from the sharp pain of the slap - but you don’t need to feel it to know how much she liked it. you can tell in the way she rocks her hips back, fucks herself onto your strap again and again, moans growing high and needy until your palm collides with her ass again. and again. and again.

"come sit on mommy's lap, princess"

mommy bouncing me on her lap, pressing her hands tightly against my lower stomach. Each bounce making it impossibly harder to not have an accident.

"it hurts mommy!"

“he’s not here,” jinx says, kicking the office door shut behind her. “so get your pretty ass on the desk.”

you blink at her, mouth already dry. you know whose desk this is. the papers, the cigars, the high-backed chair. this is Silco’s office. Silco’s desk. “jinx—” you whisper, clutching your skirt, heart pounding. “what if he comes back—” “then we’ll give him a show.”

she says it while already crossing the room, already grinning, already tugging her gloves off with her teeth and tossing her gun onto a stack of important-looking documents. “c’mon, bunny. you said you missed my mouth. i’m tryna fix that. unless you wanna go another night crying into your pillow like a lonely little freak?”

fuck. it should be stupid, should be reckless. you shouldn't let her bend you over the nearest surface like a common whore with a wet hole, but your thighs are already clenching. you clamber up onto the desk with shaking legs, sitting on the edge with your knees together and your hands white-knuckled in your lap. jinx cocks her head. “uh-uh. skirt up, panties off. don’t make me beg, sweetheart.”

you obey. trembling fingers push your skirt up, revealing your soft, plush thighs and the absolutely ruined pair of panties beneath. jinx lets out a low whistle when you peel them off, dragging the soaked fabric down and exposing your dewy cunt. “goddamn. you’re just dripping for me already?” she steps between your knees, palms sliding up your thighs like she’s starving for it. “look at this mess.”

your pussy is fat and soft, pink and slick, folds glistening with wet arousal that sticks to her fingers when she spreads you open. your clit’s puffy and already twitching, so needy it practically begs her to suck it. jinx’s pupils blow wide. “ohhhh, baby,” she grins. “you were made for me.”

and then without another word, she drops to her knees in front of the desk, lifts your legs onto her shoulders, and devours you.

her mouth attacks your cunt. no warm-up or no easing in. just tongue and lips and suction, filthy and perfect. she slurps, spits, licks deep, moaning while her tongue flicks up your slit and circles your clit. “mpmh-so sweet,” she mumbles into your pussy, nuzzling closer. “gonna rot my teeth.”

you’re already panting, fists curled in the edge of the desk, desperately trying not to rock your hips. “j-jinx—wait—” “why?” she pulls back, eyes bright. her chin is soaked, lips glistening with your slick. “you scared, bunny?” you nod, whining.

“good,” she grins. “makes your pussy taste even better.”

her tongue dives back in, dragging long, slow strokes through your folds while her fingers part them and hold you open, spreading you like something precious and obscene. your clit is throbby and swollen, twitching under the attention, and when she wraps her lips around it and sucks. your whole body jolts.

“nghh—nnn—someone’s gonna hear—” “then they’ll hear what a slut you are for my mouth.”

she spits on your clit and rubs it in with her tongue. two fingers slide into your plush, soaked pussy, curling up, and your eyes roll back as she starts fucking you in rhythm with the slurps of her mouth. “i can feel it,” she pants. “this fat little cunt’s gonna squirt, huh? you gonna make a big mess on silco’s desk?” you sob. “say it. say you’re gonna squirt.” “i—i’m gonna squirt—” “hell yeah.”

and then she sucks your clit again, fingers curling right against that spot and you shatter. your thighs close around her head, your voice breaks, and your pussy gushes hard, soaking her mouth, the desk, and everything. jinx fucking laughs through it. she keeps licking and licking through your squirting cunt like it’s the last water on earth. “that’s it,. make it drip. flood this desk, drown me in it, toots.” finally, she pulls back and climbs onto the desk with you. “face-sit me,” she pants, flopping back against the paperwork. “c’mon. use my face like it owes you money.”

Shove spare change in my cunt like I'm the fucking washing machine. Make me chug a glass bottle of coke and then fuck me with it. Put as many of those dollar store squishy toys in me as I can take. Stick a wiimote in me and have me try to beat you at Cooking Mama, I don't fucking know.

push-ups!! 😇

Chubby femme whose bikini bottom straps don’t show when she sits down cause of the rolls at her side

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Butch whose mouth waters at the sight