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âyou can call me joe.â he smiled down at her, amused, and then grabbed the band of her underwear and tugged it down beneath her ass. he grabbed a handful of the plump, pale skin. âyouâre not dying. somebody gave you a bad drink.â he had seen it time and time again. but it looked like this time whoever had slipped it into her drink had lost track of their prize. it would be him claiming her, not whoever had put in the work to get here here. he parted her cheeks, running a thick finger over her little asshole, then the lips of her cunt. âletâs get you undressed, baby girl. youâll feel better when youâre cooler.â he slipped her underwear off entirely now and then grabbed hold of her dress and tugged it up and over her head carefully, leaving her in only her bra, though he was quick to undo this too and drop it onto the floor with the rest. he wolf whistled softly, looking at her body, ass up on the bed, all that bare skin looking to be devoured.Â
â joe. itâs nice to meet you joe. â the barely coherent girl giggles in a slur, snuggling her face into the bed as her heavy lids open to glance at the much bigger male beside her. lips downturn at the mention of her drink, and she groans slightly. â oh noo. thatâs not good. i knew it tasted icky. â marley mumbles, letting out another heavy sigh. a small whimper leaves her lips as his fingers trail her seemingly wet cunt, and when he begins to pull down her clothes, she tries to pull herself up with her elbows, only to fall flat back again. â i donât... i donât think thatâs a good idea. â but still, sheâs unable to stop him stripping her pliable body bare. it did feel a little better, but she still tries to pull the blanket from beneath her. â j.. just donât look, mmkay? not appropriate. â
as she laid down on the bed, her dress rode up, revealing long legs, and slim thighs, and something stirred in josephâs stomach. there was no denying she was beautiful, and there she was, prime for the taking. âitâs alright,â he assured her as she thanked him and hugged the pillow. he sat down on the bed beside her, his large stature towering over her. without thinking too much about it, because she probably wouldnât remember anyway, would she? he touched her thigh. her skin was soft, smooth. he pushed her dress up higher, touching her ass slowly, tracing the outline of her panties. âwhatâs your name?â he asked, though he wasnât sure she had enough energy left in her to answer.Â
doesnât even notice the lifting of her small dress, if anything she is relieved to feel some coolness against her suddenly hot skin. arms clutch her pillow close to her, resting her cheek on it as she lets out a heavy exhale. â mmmarlene. â she sings in a slur. â but people call marley. whatâs yours? â the redhead asks quietly, heavy eyes closing slightly. shifts slightly as he traces her panties, still marley is mindless as she tries to stop the spinning inside her head. â god i.. do you feel dizzy too? iâm.. so tired, but so awake. and my body is on fire.. do you think iâm sick? erhh, am i dying? â
joseph was used to college kids coming in and out of his bar, ordering drinks, sometimes staying long enough to pick up girls, then heading to a party somewhere in town. he had gotten a call to deliver another keg of beer and had just dropped it off and been paid generously (drunk college guys always paid too much, it was too easy to trick them) when heâd stopped to use the bathroom. he was just coming out of the bathroom, into whatever bedroom was upstairs connected to it, when the young redhead came stumbling in. he raised an eyebrow. âgo ahead.â he moved to help her. as a bartender, he was used to helping drunk and stumbling girls, and they were usually worth the trouble.Â
marlene rarely ever attends these frat parties. or any party, really. she was more of a read alone in bed or watch some romcom a saturday night. but her friends convinced her to have fun and celebrate the end of a new turn. swears she didnât drink that much, maybe a cup and a half of cheap beer. but still, she felt incredibly hot and dizzy. â t - thank you. â is all the redhead can mumble, leaning against the other as support until she reached the bed. crawling onto the bed, she pays no mind on how her dress was riling up her slim thighs. â thank you. â she repeats again, falling onto her stomach and grabbing at a pillow to hug it close.
he has no idea why sheâs picked him as the target to solve her boredom, only that the only sure way to stop her would be to stand up. and given the stiff bulge now at the front of his pants curtesy of her continued teasing that isnât exactly a viable option. so instead he does his best to try not to squirm even as her gaze bears into his. that would soon prove to be a lot harder than it sounded. fork briefly clatters against plate when he feels her begin to undo his buckle, quickly offering an apologetic look around the table. fortunately his lovely step-father is so absorbed in himself that heâs too busy answering helenaâs question to care. he briefly glances at helena but if he was wondering whether she was really going to do this he got his answer when he feels her thumb brushing the head of his cock. he reaches for the wine, taking a large gulp and humming to mask the moan that wants to leave him. â mm, this wine isâŠreally something else â he avoids looking at her, his thighs shifting slightly, as he tries bold conversation. â i heard about the senator that recently had a scandal. iâm glad we donât have to worry about anything like that. â
she has been working on a perfect image ever since she could stand on two feet. being her fathers picture perfect daughter in order to help him succeed his career, itâs only fair that she gets to live a little as long as sheâs careful. the sound of clattering utensils as her gaze returning to him, trying best to bite back a giggle. â are you okay, cain? too much wine? â she coos, fingers gliding across his length as fraud sense of worry spreads across her features. eyes turn back to her father, only half listening to his story as her hand continues to pump across the large length beneath it. if only she could wrap her mouth around it, but even she isnât that sneaky. nods in agreement, helena tilts her head. â agreed. iâm glad that weâre so open and close with each other. â she adds, gripping his length tighter in her palm. shifting, helena slightly lifts herself from her seat to reach over to the side, making sure to use her free hand and bend in such a way that she gives cain a nice view of her chest. â excuse me. â she laughs, carelessly grabbing the wine before settling herself back down and pouring it into her glass. â definitely will need to grab another bottle soon. âÂ
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it doesnât take a genius to piece things together. her hurried way of speaking, the not-so-casual glance to the clock, the way she spills her papers all over the ground; sheâs clearly aware of the same thing that he is. a few minutes longer and heâll be able to do what he wants with her. â it wonât take that long i promise â he offers. still acting as though this were an innocent coincidence. and yet despite playing dumb as she looks up at him from the ground all he can think of is how good sheâd look if she kneeled up and was taking his length between her lips. he bent down, hid hand settling on top of hers as she laced her papers back in the folder. â whatâs the rush? â
all she could do was scold herself for being so careless. had been doing so good since the new law, had carefully took care of herself and made sure to get home with time to spare. perhaps she got too comfortable. his hand places on hers and her lips tighten, eyes flickering at him. maybe if she remained calm, maybe if she didnât pay no mind, heâll be nice and let her go. maybe he really was here just to talk about his grades. â okay. â sherry calmly states, slowly standing up and adjusting her pencil skirt. âi know that youâre falling a little behind, but you arenât the worst in the class. nothing a couple of extra credit work couldnât fix. âÂ
đđđđ đĄđ: females.
đđđđĄ:  self explanatory but.. jaxon ( 23. ) has been hooking up with your muse despite her having a boyfriend <3
đđđđ đĄđ: females.
đđđđĄ: 3some thread yâknow. oliver ( 24, bartender, gavin leatherwood fc. ) and elena ( 25, model, priscilla quintana fc. ) are dating and just got back from clubbing with your muse. ( connection up to you, could b a friend or a stranger or sum. )Â
â  i  donât  know  why  you  girls  just  donât  wear  comfortable  shoes  while  clubbing,  especially  when  you  know  youâre  going  to  end  up  taking  them  off  and  forcing  me  to  carry  them  for  you.  â  oliver  teases  as  he  pushes  open  the  front  door  with  his  foot,  letting  the  two  women  in  first  before  he  makes  his  way  in  and  immediately  tosses  the  shoes  onto  the  wood  floor.  kicks  off  his  own  shoes  before  he  makes  his  way  towards  the  living  room,  plopping  himself  down  on  the  couch,  legs  spread  and  all  as  he  leans  back.
â  because  comfortable  shoes  donât  go  with  our  hot  outfits,  duh.  â  elena  states  with  a  laugh  as  she  enters  her  home,  almost  immediately  heading  to  the  kitchen  only  to  return  seconds  later  with  a  bottle  of  wine.  â  you  guys  better  not  be  tired.  the  partyâs  only  just  begun.  â  she  swings  the  bottle  around  as  she  makes  her  way  to  the  couch,  setting  herself  down  on  her  boyfriends  lap  as  she  takes  off  the  cap  and  takes  a  swing  of  the  alcohol.  eyes  dart  over  to  the  other  woman,  pointing  her  finger  with  a  grin.  â  you  should  spend  the  night.  i  make  killer  hangover  waffles.  â
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half expected him to smack her hand away or tattle to her father. but the look on his face had made this all worth the risk. god, did she adore teasing people she shouldnât have. hand continues to knead onto his bulge, feeling him stiffen between her grasp and it takes all her self control not to crack a smirk. lets out a small hum, her eyes piercing into his as their gaze finally meets. â exactly. i was thinking the same exact thing. â helena hums, finally breaking their contact by glancing around the table again. hand pulls away only for a moment, only to toy with the buckle of his jeans. â so, dad, tell us about your new campaign idea. â and honestly, she only asks to help shield the noise of her unbuckling his bottoms in order to slide her hand inside. slender fingers wrap around his length, gliding thumb across the tip of his cock before she begins to stroke him beneath the table, all while her façade of curiosity is struck onto her father across the way.Â