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i am on the verge of collapsing.

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holy shit.

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steve mocks as he finishes sliding the cotton panties down your legs, "all this just for me? how cute".

& you squirm over the bed, hiding your face with the palms of your trembling hands.

"don't you hide that pretty face from me," he mutters as he shoves that garment into one of the back pockets of his jeans. "wanna see all of you".

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eddie continues to fuck you in the bathroom of the pub he plays at on weekends while you do your best to keep the door closed behind you, feeling your senses heightened by the fact that there's a line of ol' drunks being created with every passing minute. and your attention slowly drifts back to him as you feel his fingertips against your cunt, viciously stroking your clit.

"you like it when i fuck you like this, don't you?" he murmurs against your mouth, the smell of beer with a mouthful of cheap cigarettes washing over you. "yes, you do. i know you do."

the handcuff belt he wore smacked against your bare ass, scarring and irritating the sensitive skin more and more with his thrusts. and the fact that he was still well dressed compared to you—leather pants tucked right under his heavy balls enough to free his cock—made you whimper, locking your legs tighter around his hips in an attempt to bring him closer.

"eddie, please." the candle flames that gave the place a minimalist and unique feel were reflected back in his dark eyes, a hellfire burning in his gaze as he heard you beg for him. "please, they'll lose patience."

"more concerned with what they think of you than pleasing me, sweetheart?" he tsks. "that's not what i taught you."

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it's criminal !

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you rock your hips back and forth, grabbing the thin fabric of your skirt that was bunched at your waist and babbling incoherently against eddie's mouth. his hair falling over his face—sticking to the sweat that was almost dripping—and getting in the way whenever possible.

he whimpers as he suppresses the looming pain of how hard he was under the fabrics of clothing. "wanna fuck you so bad but—shit—'s so good to watch your little cunt soak my jeans like this, sweetheart."

with several nods, you brought one of your hands to the silver cuff belt he wore—feeling a shiver run down your spine at how chilled it was—and undid it sloppily, still rubbing your puffy, overstimulated clit against him.

"if you show me how good you are, i'll let you fuck me however you please." he was speechless as you tucked his jeans under his balls and wrapped your delicate fingers around his fat cock, stroking at a slow, agonizing pace. "because lately you don't seem to be deserving it."

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i hate him <333333333

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eddie's legs were almost vibrating as he suppressed the urge to thrust into your mouth as you suck his fat cock all over. drool running down his balls & bubbles smearing down your chin.

"jesus christ. it feels so fucking good." he whimpers, grabbing the back of your head. silver rings almost burning your skin. "take it. 's all yours."

and he indulges himself just a little, holding you down over his cock & pushing up with his hips until he feels the back of your throat. all of it stroking him.

"just like that." you gurgle around him. "fuck."

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eddie sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs spread, boxers piled at his feet as you tried to get in between. your hands resting on the quilt and breathing unevenly, as if waiting for some instruction. your eyes alternating between his, dark with malice, and his cock, throbbing with a little of pre-cum leaking from the tip.

"loss of words, are we now?" he muttered quietly, running his callused hand & cold silver rings down your face. "was expecting more. i'm hurt."

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i can't get enough of perv!eddie & stepdad!steve.