â DIVA. GREASER. 18. â Welcome to the diva's page. I'm Mercedes. Born straight outta Lima Heights, so ya'll know what that means aha. Some of ya'll know me as the gangster's preacher's kid. The love child of Whitney, Mariah, Minnie, and Patti (it was a wild night). It don't take much to set me off so don't fucking try me Socs.
âYou know how hard it is to write a big song?â he says. âThat shit is hard, man. Itâs so hard to do. Might be one of the hardest things to ever do. I donât ever want to come out with something safe and get away with âIt sounds good!â Itâs got to be more than sounding good. The music I like are events. Fucking âBohemian Rhapsodyâis my favorite songâthat songâs an event. And thatâs what I want to do. Iâm sure that shocked the world, that song. âBillie Jeanâ shocked the world. âSmells Like Teen Spirit.â Those songs are events. That guy put everything he got into that, and he meant it.â
Listen y'all it is 7:40 am and I realize that some of you do live that ghost/ vampire/ demon life, but when you come into the school building a shower is necessary. Like if you some soap, a washcloth, and a hair tie, Mercedes Jones got you're back 110%! But stepping into homeroom smellin' like ass, the soles of Jesus' feet after he carried the cross, and weak ass weed is not a good look. And mixing all that with some Axe because you're too lazy to wash it? Why you think that is a good idea? Please fix it before someone, tells you about yourself in a way that you will take offense to!Â
Notes â Mike decides to pay Miss Jones a visit. NSFW.
Even if Mike tried hiding his arousal, itâd be a futile attempt. There was no way she couldnât feel his length poking at her from underneath his jeans. The constant teasing was driving him mad. He loved the way she took control, tilting his chin upwards. Her soft lips mapping out his jawline and neck. Mike had been sparing every ounce of constraint for this moment but even so, he found himself fighting a battle that no man could possibly win. With one little word he found himself completely dense. He doesnât hesitate. He kisses her softly, gently drawing her bottom lip between his. Always quite the multitasker, Mike lets his hands roam her body before deciding to place both hands on her bottom. With a swift motion, he switched up the position. Â For this, he wanted to be in the dominant position.
He kissed her hard, gently tugging at her bottom lip before releasing it. The taste of raspberry stained his lips and he had to go in for one more kiss.  Mike then traveled downwards, kissing the top of her cleavage while his hands slid inside her shorts. He had half the mind to rip her shorts off right then and there and really taste her, but he wanted her to want it. Beg for it. Mike wanted to watch her slowly come undone by his hands. Mike rubbed her clit through her underwear in painfully slow motions. He couldnât help but watch her face as he touched her. But just as soon as he started, he stopped. Leaning his forehead on her own. âSo tell me,â he began, moving his hand from inside her shorts to her hips. A tongue ran across his lips as he pushed himself up against her. Mike shifted, placing her thighs on his own hips. âHow do you want it?â He uttered lowly, kissing her in between each word. âWhich one do you want to ride first? Him?â He gently pushed up against her again as the word âhimâ left his mouth. âOr my face?â
MERCEDES JONES
The first kiss is completely exploratory. Mercedes is surprised by Mike's subtle approach. She'd had him pegged as... much more of a go-getter. While his kiss soft almost bordering on relaxing, his hands are doing what she expected his mouth to be doing. Mike hands are downright disrespectful, gripping her ass as if it'll take him to heaven. And she has plans to try to see if his own beliefs are true. When she lands on her back, all she can do is gasp in shock. Her upper hand with Mike is gone, and now all Mercedes can do is buck her hips in vain attempts to cool the low burning, pooling in her stomach. The sound that came from Mercedes lips is almost pathetic when he unlatches his lips from her own to kiss the skin open at her cleavage. And the low burn, turns into a flame, licking her insides, as she feels his hand sink into her shorts. This situation has to change, because she'll be a wet mess by the time he's through with her. Not that the thought isn't completely delightful, but just sitting and taking has never been Mercedes' style.
Mercedes breathes a low moan, at the options he's given her. Both thoughts turn her on, and leave promising ends to the nights. So she kisses him, trying to make her decision. Tilting her head so his lips fall onto her own, she kisses him hard. Her full lips sucking and kissing his own, as she attempts to gain back some of the control she's lost. Taking small hands, she scratches lightly until finds the button on his pants. With nimble fingers, the button is undone and the zipper is down. Biting his lower lips she gently pulls down indicating what she wants. "You sure you're gonna have the energy to do both?" Gently pulling down again, a murmured "Pants off boo." She nips playfully at the skin on his neck, as she slips her hands over the waist band of his boxer briefs, a smile growing on her face. Her fingers trail down his length in excitement. "How about you decide?"
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