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i love how heated rivalry shows more primal, visceral parts of sex and being attracted to your partner. i love that shane loves rubbing his face on ilya's dick and huffing it through his pants. i love them mashing their mouths together when they can barely kiss, just breathing in each other's faces. i love them looking down at their bodies while they fuck, ilya especially being fixated on seeing where they're connected and what their bodies are doing. i love ilya being beet red vein in his temple throbbing seeing god while he's inside shane. i love that the chemistry and the attraction can be animalistic. i love that it isn't watered down.
you know the drill: I'm only reblogging Black creator media this month since it's Black history month. wish I had a list of Black creators that wasn't so short I could count them on one hand, but here we are...nonblack followers and mutuals, consider reblogging more Black people this month and showing your support financially ♡
...the New! Robo-Boy Companion Bot® with soft, lifelike cunt that actually drips and squeezes tight around fingers and cock. the New! Robo-Boy Companion Bot® lying on mechanic's shop table, unable to move while in Repair Mode, with three gloved digits plunged deep into him. the New! Robo-Boy Companion Bot® beeping pathetically, blind without vision sensors, confused without voice recognition. the New! Robo-Boy Companion Bot® twitching weakly at every thrust from mechanic's hand as she assures him that
"This is standard protocol."
the New! Robo-Boy Companion Bot® cannot protest with higher reasoning program offline. the New! Robo-Boy Companion Bot® with removable chestplate, mechanic's other hand unceremoniously shoved into the mass of exposed wires that once hid underneath. the New! Robo-Boy Companion Bot® with soft, lifelike cunt spread open by mechanic's hand while she mutters obscenities under her breath that the New! Robo-Boy Companion Bot® cannot understand with Complex You-Dictionary™ feature offline. the New! Robo-Boy Companion Bot® leaking on metal shop table, and mechanic unzipping her jumpsuit. the New! Robo-Boy Companion Bot®, equipped with cutting-edge safety measures, asking to confirm if mechanic has ownership status and is authorized to penetrate him. mechanic claiming she is an authorized User. the New! Robo-Boy Companion Bot® is unable to recognize this statement as false without voice recognition, and is reassured. the New! Robo-Boy Companion Bot® with mechanic's cock forced into him, highly realistic moans distorted while in Repair Mode, arms restrained by mechanic's wrists. the New! Robo-Boy Companion Bot® with functioning ducts that expel streams of tears, shuddering and simulating passionate orgasm. the New! Robo-Boy Companion Bot® with self-cleaning CyberWomb™ load receptacle, being pumped full of mechanic's cum. the New! Robo-Boy Companion Bot® is unable to acknowledge mechanic's repeated, frenzied commands to "take it" with higher reasoning program offline, confused and slow to respond. the New! Robo-Boy Companion Bot® with exposed wires that are yanked abruptly, initiating orgasm simulation sequence a second time with more intensity.
the New! Robo-Boy Companion Bot® with endearing docile and agreeable personality, thanking mechanic for using him well. the New! Robo-Boy Companion Bot® with convenient power switch for ease of repair, shutting down and going limp with one fleeting touch. the New! Robo-Boy Companion Bot®, unresponsive as mechanic resumes her contracted work.
bored, mean girl college cheerleader giving a handjob to the loser geek virgin goonette in the private study room. cheerleader looking away, scrolling on their phone, talking a mile a minute about anything and everything but what they're doing.
"yeah, so i think I'm going to go with the pink top tonight. the one that i showed you earlier. you remember, right? i texted it to you this morning."
soft hands stroking her under the table to a steady rhythm. the geek covers her mouth with her hand and nods, thinking about the photo the cheerleader had sent. low cut top with a lacy black bra peeking through, the way it clung tightly to their waist.
"ugh, Taylor keeps asking me what I think about her new boyfriend. I could never understand dating someone like that; he's so boring."
she doesn't even remember who Taylor is. It seems like they're maybe friends? or fake friends? or former roommates? she holds in a gasping moan. the cheerleader's tits are bouncing a little from the jerking motion. it's making their top ride up, enough to just barely see the underwire of their bra.
"should I get the mauve or blush lip? nevermind, it's not like you'd know the difference."
she leans in a little to see. both colors look laughably similar. either one would look great on the cheerleader, though. the image of a trail of light pink kiss marks along the underside of her dick...she thrusts into the cheerleader's hand.
she's taller than them. she could probably overpower them if she tried hard enough. force them to their knees, hook her thumbs in their mouth and hold it open, just slide it in...get them to finally shut up for once. she's sure their throat feels much better than the stroker at home. but maybe that isn't enough.
the cheerleader's pencil skirt is one of those extra tight kinds, short enough that it could pass for a belt. the door to the study room is locked. students rarely come up to this floor.
she could probably tip the cheerleader's chair over, get them on the floor. pull up the skirt...move the thong to the side. always thongs. they may as well ditch underwear altogether at this point.
what a wonderful way to lose it. while they're kicking and thrashing, regretting every passive-aggressive, annoying, vapid thing they've ever said, while their mascara smears and their hair gets mussed by the cheap carpet. it has to be missionary. mating press. she would have to see their face. definitely would have to record it. maybe even post it online later.
the geek leans in even more, contemplating. she's already so close. if she put it in, she'd probably finish after only two or three thrusts.
"are you about to come?" asks the cheerleader, finally looking her way. "you wish you were inside me, don't you?"
she can't take it anymore. she lets out a strained groan. she comes. it gets on the cheerleader's thigh. they roll their eyes and reach in their purse for a napkin. their phone buzzes. it's Taylor.
"oh, my god, heyyy, girl! no i'm not busy, i'm just studying with my tutor...yeah..."
her chest heaves. she swallows, exhales, and then cleans herself up.