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I like things rough. I can get off in the missionary position, but I’d rather wrap my hand around her neck and whisper dirty things in her ear while I do it.
If there is a Goddess up there, please let Hat Trick Swayze be hot, available, and not a creep so I can get deep-dicked before this vagina between my legs withers to dust. Amen.
“If you do it’s ’cause I just ate out your sister in the bathroom.”
I relax my tone. “It’s fine, we’re just going to talk. Right, buddy?” I slap him on the back. “I have nothing to say to you.” He chuckles. “That’s okay, I have plenty enough for the both of us. I’ll grab your coat.”
she’s the most adorable trainwreck
She snarls, like a pissed-off raccoon.
When we’re not at each other’s throats, we’re like hot chocolate and snowy mornings.
“Where do you want to do this?” He pulls out a chair and points at the kitchen table. “Get on. You eat your meals on the counter, I eat mine at the table.”
“I’m going to make sure everybody downstairs knows what a good little slut you are,” he growls.
“Did I do good?” I don’t know where that comes from, because why the fuck do I care? But I do. He smiles, and something flashes in his eyes. “So good, darling.”
“Don’t try to top from the bottom, Princess. It’s very unbecoming.”
