lia✮

𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖔𝖓𝖊? 🦇

[faithlia]

☀︎ ♱ SANGUIS RUBER ♱ ☀︎

♱ Dear reader, welcome to my blog. I hope I can be flexible enough to keep your attention with my stories. Enjoy and satisfy yourself.

♱ I must say, all of my works are explicit and I intend to delve deeper into kinks of all kinds. ⭒

✮ latina - 19 years old ✮ horror culture :: sabrina carpenter ✶⋆ fashion killa - Mac miller ᯓ★ spider-man 🕸 bucky barnes ⛓️

horny bitch with critical sense. ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ for now just chill

:: my masterlist📎

[strnlslut]

what in the literal fuck

[faithlia]

I want his mouth eating me 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[karlmarxverstappen]

salvador stopping the carnaval party to watch ainda estou aqui win the oscar.

[vanteguccir]

I ADORE being brazilian

[girljournal]

this will be an amazing week for me

this will be an amazing week for me

this will be an amazing week for me

this will be an amazing week for me

this will be an amazing week for me

this will be an amazing week for me

this will be an amazing week for me

[faithlia]

how am I going to sit on him tightly if he is so cute? ☹️🥺

[faithlia]

I JUST FOLLOWED I FW U SO HEAVILY

these comments make me soft

[leoslaboratory]

how chris finna look when i force him to wear a bonnet every night w me

[faithlia]

ah, finally the refreshiments 🫦

[theevilfairygifs]

[hsonlyangelxo]

Honestly... the most beautiful human in the world

[faithlia]

i wish he was real in my life 🕊🕊

[matts-247]

I wanna say something SO INAPPROPRIATE 🙏 (looks like he’s getting head🧎‍♀️)

[luhvrlis-deactivated20250712]

[sturniolossss]

room reveal (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[faithlia]

| Body Language ۶ৎ |

✰ english ins't my first lenguage!

summary: nothing more than Chris Sturniolo saying he wants to get you pregnant!

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, kink in reproduction, dirty talk.

๋࣭⭑

When Chris finishes sucking your pussy, his chin is shiny with cum and lubrication. You look down, even though your vision is a little blurry, and shiver when Chris gives your pussy a hot slap, deliberately. You whimper at the sensitivity and he trails wet kisses up your lower abdomen; your belly, which gives you goosebumps, as his hands follow the same path as his mouth; up to the hollow of your breasts, where he insists on sucking and squeezing your wet nipples.

You moan at all the teasing, and he reaches your neck and kisses up to the corner of your mouth to say: "It's my turn now." Before you can realize it, Chris moves you like a rag doll. You're back on Chris's chest, feeling his cock poke your ass - but that changes when he pulls one of your legs up and has perfect access to your tortured pussy.

"Are you going to cum again for me, baby?" he whispers in your ear, and you shake your head urgently, turning to kiss his lips – which taste like yours. Chris returns the kiss with more heat, not caring if it's sloppy and even less when he moans into your mouth. During the hungry kiss, he moves his hand to his own cock, tilting the tip wet with pre-cum inside you. Your pussy throbs as he applies more pressure to your wet entrance, and you start to feel a familiar burning.

"Chris, wait", you say, parting your lips from his. Chris stops moving, but he's still almost inside you. "What's wrong?" he asks, worried, as he takes his hand off his cock and caresses your leg.

You sigh briefly and say: "The condom, babe", you're so close to each other and it makes you delirious.

You see, you and Chris are not officially engaged, which was a mutual decision. But with each sexual encounter between the two of you, something deep inside intensifies. Chris is very careful; he doesn't mind buying your contraceptive pill himself, and when you say that you don't need him to buy it, he reprimands you, saying that yes, you do! Among these and many other attitudes of his, like always being understanding and making you feel comfortable at the end of each casual sex, or when he comes to your house and wakes you up next to him, waking you up with kisses on your skin and permissive touches, or when he calls you by various nicknames, whether in bed or on any other occasion, made you feel totally in love with him.

Even with the medication, you and Chris had never had sex without a condom before. So, he asks: "Don't you want to do it without a condom this time, hm?" He kisses your cheek, waiting for an answer. You sigh at how good the sensation of his hot cock touching your intimacy is - even if not completely. "It's just, you know I'm paranoid about it", you reply, bringing your hand up to touch his soft hair. Chris looks at you and bites his lip. "I haven't had sex with anyone else in the last few months, just you", he ponders, dragging his hand up your thigh, down to your groin, squeezing your skin.

"I know you don't, it's just that-", your speech is interrupted when you feel his fingers pass over the lips of your pussy. Chris looks away from yours to observe the delicious mess being made. His dick is not inside, but, meticulously, he begins to drag his member along the outside of your intimacy, rubbing your clit calmly. "It's what?", Chris asks without even looking at you; he is too busy playing with your pussy. He moves his finger on your sensitive spot, loving how wet and permissive you are. "It's the other thing", you manage to say and Chris soon understands. He doesn't stop his movements against your clit, quite the opposite, it gives him the opportunity to whisper: "That's what's the problem, huh? Don't you want me to cum inside?" he asks with shining eyes at you.

"I-", you try to say but are interrupted by the pleasurable sensation that hits you when Chris rubs your clit and, simultaneously, inserts his dick between the lips of your pussy. You can't resist grinding against his cock, causing a delicious friction. "Don't you want to?" he asks once more in a melodious voice, and you don't know what to say. Chris loves to tease you.

Before you can answer, he lifts his hips a little more, but he returns his movement and threatens to let the tip enter your pussy. You moan at the sensation and, involuntarily, contract your entrance. Chris smiles when he feels what you've done. "I want to fill you so much, princess", with that, he starts to masturbate, taking your lube in his hand and spreading it over his own cock. You can't say anything else but moan like an excited slut. "Can I fuck you?" you nod, biting your lip.

Chris teases your sensitivity a little more and then forces the tip against your entrance. He goes slowly just to have the effect of having you begging him to put it in right away. He passes his other hand between your arms, squeezing your breast and pinching your nipple; You moan and fall your head back.

"So good for me, princess", he whispers in your ear, pulling the crook of your leg up with his hand. You shiver as he pushes in further and then back in, pulling his entire length out. You whimper at the absence, but soon feel full; Chris can't resist imitating your expression as he sinks inside you. He squeezes your breast and kisses your mouth as he intensifies his thrusts, even if slowly.

"Fuck, that feels so good," he says between kisses. "I'm going to be able to cum inside, aren't I?" Chris milks his cock at your entrance pleasurably and you nod at what he says, not caring about anything else. You shiver as he starts to masturbate your clit. "You want me to fill you up, huh?" he asks as he thrusts slowly. You nod and he bites his lip with his eyebrows furrowed. "You're going to let me get you pregnant, aren't you?" you gasp at the question and the way he hurries his touch on your clit. Chris has never said anything like that before, but you liked it.

You moan into his mouth at the well-timed stimulation. Chris no longer cares about being careful, he slams his cock against your entrance, hitting a place he knows well. "I'm dying to make a baby inside you, pretty girl. I want it so bad," he moans in a sly voice, letting go of your clit to hold your leg tightly. Your head is fooled by all those convincing words, making you agree with everything he says. You feel a delicious throb approaching, moving your hips against Chris's.

"I'm going to cum," you whimper in a shaky voice. Hearing you, Chris continues his movements with more determination; he also feels the exacerbated urge to cum. "Cum for me, princess", he seals your lips and when he pulls away, he leaves a string of saliva between your lips. "Fucking hot pussy. Fuck, I love fucking you", he flicks his tongue against your mouth and opens his mouth, letting out gasps. Chris can't help but feel spellbound by the sounds of skin echoing throughout the room, he embraces your movements and moans loudly when you contract your pussy, squeezing his cock so hard it hurts. The moment he thrusts deeper inside, you release, cumming on his cock so deliberately.

You look into his eyes as you let out sneaky moans with your mouth open. Chris thrusts once more, and with great pleasure, fills your entire pussy with cum. He lets out sighs just like yours and removes his cock, seeing the damage done. He smiles at you and kisses your mouth again, but it's a simple kiss and you return it with the same feeling.

He falls back onto the mattress with his head, exhausted. Chris realizes all the things he said to you, feeling embarrassed for being so loud. You settle into his chest, not caring that you're both a little sweaty. You close your eyes, feeling sleepy.

"Sorry", he says very quietly.

"For making me cum twice? Relax, you're not a horrible monster for that."

"No", he laughs. "For being so loud, and the things I said", you don't know but he blushes when he remembers what he said.

"Ah!", you exclaim. "I thought it was really hot and it even made me cum faster, don't worry", you ponder and he nods silently, kissing the top of your head.

"I know, but you wanted to do it with the condom on and-"

"It's okay. You know that if I didn't want to do it without it, I would have grabbed it myself. Chill", Chris runs his hand through your hair and comforts himself with your answer.

When both of you are silent, and you seem to be asleep, Chris thinks about something he's wanted to ask you for a while now. "I need to ask you something", he says, finding his own voice strange. You don't have the willpower to speak, you just mumble a: "hum?"

Chris is reluctant but says it anyway. "Can I be your boyfriend?" you feel his heartbeat get faster. You smile drunkenly and lift your head to seal your lips on his with your hand caressing his face. "Of course", you say and Chris smiles, feeling relieved.

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Hey! if you enjoyed, please, repost, like and share with your friends. xoxo, lia.

[faithlia]

omg this is so embarrassing why nobody tell me thats it's LAnguage not lenguage guys i'm not dumb i swear 😭😭😭😭😭😭

slightly typo, my bad

[faithlia]

| Body Language ۶ৎ |

✰ english ins't my first language!

summary: nothing more than Chris Sturniolo saying he wants to get you pregnant!

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, kink in reproduction, dirty talk.

๋࣭⭑

When Chris finishes sucking your pussy, his chin is shiny with cum and lubrication. You look down, even though your vision is a little blurry, and shiver when Chris gives your pussy a hot slap, deliberately. You whimper at the sensitivity and he trails wet kisses up your lower abdomen; your belly, which gives you goosebumps, as his hands follow the same path as his mouth; up to the hollow of your breasts, where he insists on sucking and squeezing your wet nipples.

You moan at all the teasing, and he reaches your neck and kisses up to the corner of your mouth to say: "It's my turn now." Before you can realize it, Chris moves you like a rag doll. You're back on Chris's chest, feeling his cock poke your ass - but that changes when he pulls one of your legs up and has perfect access to your tortured pussy.

"Are you going to cum again for me, baby?" he whispers in your ear, and you shake your head urgently, turning to kiss his lips – which taste like yours. Chris returns the kiss with more heat, not caring if it's sloppy and even less when he moans into your mouth. During the hungry kiss, he moves his hand to his own cock, tilting the tip wet with pre-cum inside you. Your pussy throbs as he applies more pressure to your wet entrance, and you start to feel a familiar burning.

"Chris, wait", you say, parting your lips from his. Chris stops moving, but he's still almost inside you. "What's wrong?" he asks, worried, as he takes his hand off his cock and caresses your leg.

You sigh briefly and say: "The condom, babe", you're so close to each other and it makes you delirious.

You see, you and Chris are not officially engaged, which was a mutual decision. But with each sexual encounter between the two of you, something deep inside intensifies. Chris is very careful; he doesn't mind buying your contraceptive pill himself, and when you say that you don't need him to buy it, he reprimands you, saying that yes, you do! Among these and many other attitudes of his, like always being understanding and making you feel comfortable at the end of each casual sex, or when he comes to your house and wakes you up next to him, waking you up with kisses on your skin and permissive touches, or when he calls you by various nicknames, whether in bed or on any other occasion, made you feel totally in love with him.

Even with the medication, you and Chris had never had sex without a condom before. So, he asks: "Don't you want to do it without a condom this time, hm?" He kisses your cheek, waiting for an answer. You sigh at how good the sensation of his hot cock touching your intimacy is - even if not completely. "It's just, you know I'm paranoid about it", you reply, bringing your hand up to touch his soft hair. Chris looks at you and bites his lip. "I haven't had sex with anyone else in the last few months, just you", he ponders, dragging his hand up your thigh, down to your groin, squeezing your skin.

"I know you don't, it's just that-", your speech is interrupted when you feel his fingers pass over the lips of your pussy. Chris looks away from yours to observe the delicious mess being made. His dick is not inside, but, meticulously, he begins to drag his member along the outside of your intimacy, rubbing your clit calmly. "It's what?", Chris asks without even looking at you; he is too busy playing with your pussy. He moves his finger on your sensitive spot, loving how wet and permissive you are. "It's the other thing", you manage to say and Chris soon understands. He doesn't stop his movements against your clit, quite the opposite, it gives him the opportunity to whisper: "That's what's the problem, huh? Don't you want me to cum inside?" he asks with shining eyes at you.

"I-", you try to say but are interrupted by the pleasurable sensation that hits you when Chris rubs your clit and, simultaneously, inserts his dick between the lips of your pussy. You can't resist grinding against his cock, causing a delicious friction. "Don't you want to?" he asks once more in a melodious voice, and you don't know what to say. Chris loves to tease you.

Before you can answer, he lifts his hips a little more, but he returns his movement and threatens to let the tip enter your pussy. You moan at the sensation and, involuntarily, contract your entrance. Chris smiles when he feels what you've done. "I want to fill you so much, princess", with that, he starts to masturbate, taking your lube in his hand and spreading it over his own cock. You can't say anything else but moan like an excited slut. "Can I fuck you?" you nod, biting your lip.

Chris teases your sensitivity a little more and then forces the tip against your entrance. He goes slowly just to have the effect of having you begging him to put it in right away. He passes his other hand between your arms, squeezing your breast and pinching your nipple; You moan and fall your head back.

"So good for me, princess", he whispers in your ear, pulling the crook of your leg up with his hand. You shiver as he pushes in further and then back in, pulling his entire length out. You whimper at the absence, but soon feel full; Chris can't resist imitating your expression as he sinks inside you. He squeezes your breast and kisses your mouth as he intensifies his thrusts, even if slowly.

"Fuck, that feels so good," he says between kisses. "I'm going to be able to cum inside, aren't I?" Chris milks his cock at your entrance pleasurably and you nod at what he says, not caring about anything else. You shiver as he starts to masturbate your clit. "You want me to fill you up, huh?" he asks as he thrusts slowly. You nod and he bites his lip with his eyebrows furrowed. "You're going to let me get you pregnant, aren't you?" you gasp at the question and the way he hurries his touch on your clit. Chris has never said anything like that before, but you liked it.

You moan into his mouth at the well-timed stimulation. Chris no longer cares about being careful, he slams his cock against your entrance, hitting a place he knows well. "I'm dying to make a baby inside you, pretty girl. I want it so bad," he moans in a sly voice, letting go of your clit to hold your leg tightly. Your head is fooled by all those convincing words, making you agree with everything he says. You feel a delicious throb approaching, moving your hips against Chris's.

"I'm going to cum," you whimper in a shaky voice. Hearing you, Chris continues his movements with more determination; he also feels the exacerbated urge to cum. "Cum for me, princess", he seals your lips and when he pulls away, he leaves a string of saliva between your lips. "Fucking hot pussy. Fuck, I love fucking you", he flicks his tongue against your mouth and opens his mouth, letting out gasps. Chris can't help but feel spellbound by the sounds of skin echoing throughout the room, he embraces your movements and moans loudly when you contract your pussy, squeezing his cock so hard it hurts. The moment he thrusts deeper inside, you release, cumming on his cock so deliberately.

You look into his eyes as you let out sneaky moans with your mouth open. Chris thrusts once more, and with great pleasure, fills your entire pussy with cum. He lets out sighs just like yours and removes his cock, seeing the damage done. He smiles at you and kisses your mouth again, but it's a simple kiss and you return it with the same feeling.

He falls back onto the mattress with his head, exhausted. Chris realizes all the things he said to you, feeling embarrassed for being so loud. You settle into his chest, not caring that you're both a little sweaty. You close your eyes, feeling sleepy.

"Sorry", he says very quietly.

"For making me cum twice? Relax, you're not a horrible monster for that."

"No", he laughs. "For being so loud, and the things I said", you don't know but he blushes when he remembers what he said.

"Ah!", you exclaim. "I thought it was really hot and it even made me cum faster, don't worry", you ponder and he nods silently, kissing the top of your head.

"I know, but you wanted to do it with the condom on and-"

"It's okay. You know that if I didn't want to do it without it, I would have grabbed it myself. Chill", Chris runs his hand through your hair and comforts himself with your answer.

When both of you are silent, and you seem to be asleep, Chris thinks about something he's wanted to ask you for a while now. "I need to ask you something", he says, finding his own voice strange. You don't have the willpower to speak, you just mumble a: "hum?"

Chris is reluctant but says it anyway. "Can I be your boyfriend?" you feel his heartbeat get faster. You smile drunkenly and lift your head to seal your lips on his with your hand caressing his face. "Of course", you say and Chris smiles, feeling relieved.

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Hey! if you enjoyed, please, repost, like and share with your friends. xoxo, lia.

[faithlia]

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✰ english ins't my first language

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, kind of friends to lovers.

a/n: this was a request for a sequel to something about you, however, this story doesn't tell much about what happened in its premise, although it has the same characters and their respective interests. also I'm so sorry for the delay, I've been very busy lately, but I hope you like it 💓

"you make me wanna falling in love" - sabrina carpenter.

I don't know how to react to this or how to talk about it. After a series of meaningless flirtations and arousal-ridden insistence, I have Matt sitting on my living room floor, pretending he knows how to put the puzzle together properly. It's what? Eleven o'clock at night? Maybe he won't be leaving anytime soon.

I'm intrigued and anxious about what might happen if he comes over to my place. He wants to fuck me, and I know it; I have no objections to it, just thoughts of endless possibilities. I mean, I can't help myself, hormones are high.

When we arrive, I thought he was going to grab me and I would forget everything to focus on the moment, but that's not what happened.

I grab two glasses of wine, taking them to him in short steps.

"Thanks", he says as he reaches for the drink. I sit a little closer to him, but on the couch, watching him sort the pieces out to line them up in their proper place.

“How long have you been putting this together?” he asks, pointing with his finger.

“I don’t know. I think it’s been about two days,” I say. I really don’t know where I got the patience to put together a puzzle with a thousand tiny pieces, but the idea seems brilliant. “It helps me relax,” I sigh. I drink some more wine and then find myself staring at the empty glass – like a professional drunk.

Seriously? You relax with that?" He downs the rest of his wine, looking at me with slanted eyes.

"Of course I do," I say, smiling like an idiot. It seems that half a glass of wine is enough for me to feel comfortable with each leg on either side of his body. He doesn't mind; in fact, he even drops his head back - right into my lap.

"I can't imagine you relaxing. You're always so anxious about everything." He looks at me with such serene eyes that I have to make sure that it's not a figment of my imagination and that his eyes and expression aren't the most attractive thing I've ever seen.

"I think I'm pretty relaxed now." It's not entirely a lie, but part of me feels like my heart is almost in my mouth. I bite my lip and dare to run my hands through his messy hair; it's soft, but at the same time it looks like he hasn't washed it. I don't think he's the kind of guy who spends time worrying about what products to put in his hair. It makes me want to wash his hair like he's a doll, which is kind of weird.

"Okay," he says. He sighs and closes his eyes, feeling very comfortable, and I like that. Little by little, a feeling settles in my chest, and I don't think so much about what might happen. Of course, yes, I really want to kiss him, because his mouth is so attractive, and everything about him makes me surrender to a simple touch or a bold tilt.

Without thinking, I start to trace his face with the tip of my finger, delicately. He doesn't open his eyes and this allows me to be more evasive, pinching the tip of his nose lightly.

"Wow" I say, laughing.

"What is it?", he asks, still with his eyes closed, settling his head more into my lap.

"It's just... Have you noticed that your nose is really big?", I think I'm drunk because this is the first time I've said something about his appearance. It's not an insult, but rather something that has always strangely attracted me to him.

Contrary to what I thought, Matt laughed.

"Fuck you", he says. I lean a little closer to his face and say, "I like it. I find it quite... useful." I smack my lips and Matt opens his eyes. Damn, again those damn eyes so beautiful they look like they're going to eat me alive.

Now everything seems sneaky. He whispers to me, "Really?", knowing exactly what I mean. And before I can say anything else, he pulls my head down and kisses me. It's a sloppy kiss, but neither of us cares. He caresses the back of my neck and lifts his body up to take my lips. The feeling of his mouth on mine is delicious. I feel like I'm Spider-Man wearing pink panties

Matt lets out a moan and it drives me crazy. I pull away from him from the discomfort of being so bent over.

"That was our first kiss", I point out.

"Yeah" he nods, turning to face me — still between my legs. "Was it good?" he asks, so relaxed that it makes me comfortable with what we just did.

I lick my lips and say "Yeah" too, but the sound is more like a moan.

"Do you want to do it again?" he raises his eyebrows suggestively.

"I do!", and that's absolutely true. "But I know where this is going," I think out loud. For some reason, I'm not reluctant to tell him what I'm thinking. Maybe the nervousness went away when I started drinking, and that's fine with me. I like to tell him what I think and I don't think he minds. I think he likes being teased by my words – especially since I like it when he does it to me.

"What? Sex?", he gives me a wicked smile. And looks directly at my breasts.

"Yes!", I lean back on the couch, feeling the softness of the upholstery. "And what's the problem, I thought you wanted it", he looks at me like a puppy. I move my hand to stroke his hair again.

"I don't know. Won't it be weird?" I ask, thinking about an idea that has crossed my mind many times.

"Why would it be weird?" he asks back and now we're playing this little game that I kind of like. I shrug and he's quiet for a while. "We don't have to have sex if you don't want to", he says, lowering his gaze to between my legs.

"Okay",I say it like I'm not dying to have him. I think he wants to eat me out and I wouldn't deny it, I'd just be annoying enough to make him tired of trying. "Are you upset?" I ask.

"This isn't the first time you've said no to me," I smile at that and he drags his hand up my thigh. "I want to wash your hair," I say and he rolls his eyes. "What? I really want to!"

"Do you want to give me a bath too?" I do, but I don't need to say it.

"Well, if it's to wash your hair..." I won't say it directly.

He shakes his head and sighs heavily, thinking about what to say, but before I do I reconsider. "But actually, I think it's better not to! I don't want you to get excited in the middle of everything," for a moment I regret what I said.

"Juno", he bites his lip, calling me.

"Hm?" I look at his mouth; it looks so soft.

"I've been hard for about two minutes now," I open and close my mouth, looking at the considerably large bulge in his pants. I don't know what to say. "Oh my God. I managed to shut your fucking mouth. Awesome!" he says as if it's the best thing in the world, but I don't take offense; he's said worse to me. With a little difficulty, he stands up and stretches his entire body with his back to me. I'm a little intimidated about what he's going to do; however, he sits down next to me and, at the same time, grabs a pillow to cover his "problem".

He doesn't say anything and I shift to get closer to him. Now, from how much I've played with his hair, he's slightly disheveled. "How are you going to fix this?" I ask, knowing he's going to give me an expected answer.

"Do you want to fix it for me?" Before I can answer, he kisses me, and this time with tongue, and it's so automatic that I gasp. He grabs my ass and squeezes the flesh hungrily. I moan into his mouth and he pulls me to sit on his lap – and I realize he's quickly removed the pillow, feeling the openness of the bulge. I'm not going to lie or be hypocrite; I've been wet for a while now. When he forces me against his cock, I feel my pussy throb – it feels so fucking good.

"Matt", I hold his face with both hands, almost crying. "I don't know if we should have sex now", I say, separating myself from his mouth and feeling a delicious longing as I move over his intimacy.

The truth is that, although I would like to have his mouth all over my body and his cock inside me, I'm insecure about everything. This concern invades my head when the realization that it's Matt who's there watching me moan like a whore on his lap. The fact that he's already seen my breasts weighs this stigma even more.

"Okay! I know you haven't had sex with guys in a while", it's true, but wait.

"How do you know that?", I frown.

"Because you tell me everything, idiot", he seals our lips quickly. Matt lowers his mouth to my neck, saying: "But at least let me eat you out or just suck your tits, or just watch you touch yourself; I would love that." He thrusts his hips against me, catching me off guard, making me gasp loudly with my mouth open.

I take a deep breath and gather the courage to tell him: "I want to, I really do! I'm just a little insecure..." I look down, trying not to rub myself against him. "I shouldn't, because you're so hot! And you know that's true." He lifts my chin with his hand and bites my neck, biting until he reaches my cleavage, sticking his face in there. "And, fuck, I've seen those tits, and they're even more beautiful up close." He squeezes my breasts with his big hands, intensifying a delicious sensation in my lower abdomen. "Do you want me to tell you about your pussy that's wetting my pants, too?" Matt looks at me, his eyes shining. It was true, I'm making a terrible mess.

Fuck.

"Do you still want to wash my hair?" Matt asks, with his naughtiest smile. I nod and he lifts me easily onto his lap and heads to the bathroom.

He's quick to take off my clothes and he's also quick to make me go crazy. He pushes me against the shower wall and kneels down to eat my pussy. I like the way he knows how to eat me and how grotesque he is in the sense of making a mess on his own face just to devour me. When he runs the tip of his nose over my clit and almost shoves his face inside me, he says in a very slurred voice: "That's what you wanted, isn't it?" and he takes saliva on the tip of his tongue to join my lubricated clit and satisfy me a little more. And, when I squirt on his face from the accumulated stimulation, he opens his mouth with his tongue out, swallowing everything, panting: "You're delicious, babe".

Matt is the kind of guy who likes to fuck dirty and knows how to be thirsty for it.

I swore every moment that he wouldn't fuck me tonight, but after cumming in his mouth and knowing how naughty he is, the urge got worse and he fucked me the way he wanted, moaning loudly that I take him well, that he would cum inside me and he didn't care at all and he did; I like how he keeps his words.

And you can bet that I really like the fact that he takes me to bed, still wet, and makes me sit on his sensitive cock with my back to him, murmuring how hot I am and pinching my nipples between his fingers. I don't bother to scream when he hits my sensitive spot. I love the way he starts to feel overwhelmed and whimpers in my ear; I aggravate my movements and grip the back of his neck tightly just to hear him closer. He cums inside me once more, both of us letting out moans from the sensitivity caused in our bodies. He masturbates my clit and I release myself too, rolling my eyes in pleasure.

The last thing I remember is being in his arms, and after that, I fall asleep.

When I wake up, I feel unimaginably tired. Matt's eyes are open, sleepy; he says, "Good morning," and for me, talking at that moment is not an option. He kisses my forehead and smiles, touching my cheek, being so gentle.

"We weren't supposed to do this," I say, my voice unrecognizable. He presses his lips together and smacks, murmuring, "I know!" I sigh, stretching. "Do you want to do it again?" he asks.

Well.

No need to ask!

I must say that Matt and I fucked hard all day, in every possible position. And a few times, he asked me which ones I had tried; he was surprised by some of them.

He kissed me tenderly at each end, assuring me that it was very good. And surprisingly, after cumming on his cock so many times like a slut, I actually washed his hair when we showered – leaving it nice and wavy.

We finished putting the puzzle together – even though we argued a lot about where the pieces should go. He also felt motivated enough to tell me that he likes me since I started to feel comfortable insulting him, but that he finds me annoying and sometimes insufferable. I told him he was an idiot and teased him: “Does this turn you on, Matt?”

“Oh my god. I’m so fucking horny.” He laughs and kisses me and I know for sure that I want his touch for the rest of my life.

The End