fuck, yeah. never gonna get anything done, but… yeah. and think of it as a promise? i know you never mind being fucked by your boyfriend.
[ He’s expecting the follow-up photograph— they both enjoy this game far too much— but the one after has him raking his teeth over his bottom lip and the one after that leaves him groaning softly— though loud enough for her to hear— squirming at the obscenity inherent in the act of teasing herself like that.
Still, it serves as inspiration of a kind. He’s quiet for a moment— there’s the sound of shuffling about— before texting her again. ]
love thinking about that, gorgeous, almost as much as i love it when i fuck you right before you leave and i get to spend the day daydreaming about how my cum’s still dripping down your gorgeous thighs. but knowing you smell of me? fuck, i love that.
[ And then it’s his turn to send a picture, this one taken from above just like her last shot, his fly unzipped as his hand languidly strokes his cock using the sheer lace of the pair of panties she’d left soaked on the floor earlier, smearing the leftover dampness and her scent all over his length. ]
how about you? you like being able to smell me on you? and smelling your cunt on my cock?
[ He’ll never forget how good claiming her felt— how right it felt— either. ]
no subject
[ He’s expecting the follow-up photograph— they both enjoy this game far too much— but the one after has him raking his teeth over his bottom lip and the one after that leaves him groaning softly— though loud enough for her to hear— squirming at the obscenity inherent in the act of teasing herself like that.
Still, it serves as inspiration of a kind. He’s quiet for a moment— there’s the sound of shuffling about— before texting her again. ]
love thinking about that, gorgeous, almost as much as i love it when i fuck you right before you leave and i get to spend the day daydreaming about how my cum’s still dripping down your gorgeous thighs. but knowing you smell of me? fuck, i love that.
[ And then it’s his turn to send a picture, this one taken from above just like her last shot, his fly unzipped as his hand languidly strokes his cock using the sheer lace of the pair of panties she’d left soaked on the floor earlier, smearing the leftover dampness and her scent all over his length. ]
how about you? you like being able to smell me on you? and smelling your cunt on my cock?
[ He’ll never forget how good claiming her felt— how right it felt— either. ]