When We Collide He is the definition of high class smart ass. She is underprivileged, works as his assistant. This is me. Every horrible, awful, disgusting part. The way the keys harmonize together.
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I would love to get some dinner, just the two of us and enjoy a nice evening, than we would have romantic sex, maybe with a dessert and some food play? Originally posted by jinsbts. Originally posted by jung-koook. But maybe you could let me fuck your mouth? Originally posted by jiminsfooot.
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Thank you so much! Cait — There was one thing the brawler did not have and that was patience, especially when it came to fucking Sole. She liked her sex hard, fast and rough but Sole always insisted on taking it slow and passionate. To be honest, she liked fighting for more contact, more touches that left her wanting but there comes a point where Cait has to physically restrain herself from pinning Sole down and taking them in exactly the kind of way she wanted it. One of those times was when Sole decided to give her a lap dance and despite the amazing show put on just in front of her, Cait needed contact and soon. She clenched her fists that rested either side of her, teeth chewing on her bottom lip as her eyes locked with Sole who gave a cocky smile. The brawler eyed her with a plea for more dying on her tongue, then becoming distracted as Sole ran her hand up her own side and started caressing her own breast. Cait groaned, the fire in her belly now fully ignited and created a wanting only Sole could satisfy. Before Sole knew it Cait was on top of her, inside her, pinning her down and fucking her so good she wondered why the hell she wanted to take it slow in the first place.
Connor, looking at Markus with the thousand yard stare: Yeah, I know a lot about sex. Want a lap dance? A strip show? I know things.