kisses taste like malibu

mckenna, 21, stripper.

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Shout out to the girls that get wet while sucking dick

[mckennaparrish]

tender-roughness​:

He didn’t need any more encouragement than the sweet moan that reached his ears in between the thud of a bass line. “There’s nothing I won’t dare, darlin’,” he drawled into her ear, tugging on it with his teeth before kissing her just beneath it, his warm touch continuing down its path, and forward, coming to cup her with one palm against the panel of the briefs she wore.  Close as they were and as wrapped up as the people around them were in their own entertainment no one spared a glance.  Not that it would have stopped Donovan. “And you feel fucking ready for me.  Are you?  Do you need me here, Mack?” he taunted her, sliding the fabric against her core and kneading her through it. “Do you want to dance on my cock tonight?”  He bucked against her ass, the rough contours of the jeans he wore and the cool metal of the rivets adding to the torment against her largely exposed cheeks.

Mckenna closed her eyes and leaned her head back against him, groaning softly as he touched her. She didn’t doubt that he would, but the way he spoke to her while he touched her made her feel like she was in some sort of wet dream. “You know I do, you know I want you inside of me right now, baby.” She said just loud enough for him to hear her, more eager than anything to feel what it was like to get fucked in front of a lot of people by Donny. She knew she’d never be able to forget about it, even if she wanted to. 

[mckennaparrish]

theadorcd​:

Taking the opportunity to scan Mckenna’s face for sarcasm, Addy shook her head. “No, cause here’s the thing, if we try to outdo them, then it becomes a pissing match and they try to outdo us again and so on and so forth,” Addy took a sip from her straw before settling back down on her towel to continue tanning herself. “Plus, I don’t have my strap down here and let’s be real, I would rock your world without it, but having sand all up in your junk isn’t gonna be worth it without the strap,” Addison peaked a glance at Mckenna through her sunglasses and giggled. 

mckenna expected addy to brush her off, but she found it intriguing that she felt the need to get into detail about how exactly she’d fuck mckenna. “too bad... maybe we should go get it.” she said with her eyes closed, letting out a laugh as if she was kidding. “i don’t know, addy, you seem like the type of girl to get my hopes up and then never fuck me.” mckenna was only teasing, but maybe a little piece of her wanted addy to feel challenged somehow.

[mckennaparrish]

theadorcd​:

her words only stung slightly as a laugh escaped his mouth. “i think i should say thank you, but i’m also a little hurt. i don’t fuck my clients so you wouldn’t have any worries there if i was to help you out,” archie turned to put his dumbbells away and laughed once more. “a cat in heat?” his laugh now couldn’t be contained. “i’m sorry, the image in my head is ridiculous and I can’t handle it,” Archie sighed heavily as his giggles left him. “i mean, i’m here if you need a spot, i promise i won’t get within five feet,” holding up his arms, he couldn’t help but take a second to scan her body and actually see if he would want the whole ‘cat in heat’ thing that she was talking about. he was here to have fun wasn’t he?

“oh, no, that’d be even worse. knowing you wouldn’t fuck me would just, like... make me beg for it and then it’d get pathetic quick.” she said with a light laugh, her eyes on him as he scanned her body. mckenna’d never admit to it, but she definitely straightened up a little, arching her back just slightly to make her chest appear bigger. “nah, it’s okay, you can get close to me, i’ll keep my hands to myself. unless you don’t want me to, of course.”

[mckennaparrish]

tender-roughness​:

Donovan’s jeans were proving what McKenna was doing to him, and he winced as she grabbed his shirt and tugged, hopping off his bar stool to an immediate reminder of just how hard he was. “What I’ve got, huh?” he rumbled in a low growl, taking hold of the hand against his shirt and pulling her out into the crowd of dancing revelers, whipping the redhead around, her pert ass against his crotch, and letting her feel every inch of how she was affecting him. “I wonder how long you can keep up with me, Red?”  His stubble raked against her cheek and neck, hands traveling down the shapely curves of the dancer’s sides and hips, pulling her back against him as he nuzzled her with a breathless laugh. “In a place like this, I doubt anyone would notice what we get up to.  Even if I were to ease down the zipper of my jeans, slide into you and fuck you to the beat of the music.”

Mckenna followed him onto the dance floor, biting her lip when she felt his hardness against her backside. She turned her head to look back at him, letting out a moan as she heard his words. “I fucking dare you,” she teased back, rolling her hips back against him. Mckenna was at the point where just seeing him turned her on, so the fact that they were grinding in the middle of the dance floor for everyone to see only made her want to rip off his clothes even more. “You feel so good, Donny.” She whispered to him, leaning back to leave a soft kiss against the side of his neck.

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❛ OPEN STARTER ❜ LOCATION : the pool, around the afternoon

There was something relaxing in pools. Normally Reid would find them dumb and useless; why need a pool when you got a gorgeous beach ? But now, as he dipped his half-naked tattooed body in the water ( in the perfect temperature, may he add as well ) it felt like Heaven wrapped in a bow. He no longer decided to question the person that thought it was a good idea to put a pool in this resort – but instead he had the idea of finding them just to shake their hands. The male almost chuckled at his own idea and shook his head. His body relaxed, his eyelids fell shut and his arms rested on the edge of the pool; but his mind could not fully relax for he had a feeling he was being watched. ❝ Y’know, ❞ he spoke up,  ❝ it’s not polite to stare. ❞ One eye opened while the other remained shut and he turned his head but he didn’t try to look around to catch a glimpse of the person nearby for long.  ❝ Pool’s still big enough for two, so you can either join or quit staring like I’m a piece of meat.  ❞

Although, in reality, he wouldn’t mind.

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mckenna had just gotten to the pool and was absolutely doing a bit of staring, but she had a feeling he didn’t mind. and if he did, he wouldn’t in a matter of minutes. mckenna knew she was a charming girl and she used that to her advantage more often than not. she slid into the pool next to him, biting her lip as she anticipated the temperature of it. “oh, the pool’s warm.” she told him, laughing lightly. “i’m always scared it’ll be cold for whatever reason and i’ll make a fool out of myself in front of an attractive person.” she said, her eyes on him again before she looked around. “beautiful day, as always. i love this place.”

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❅ OPEN

milo swears that in another life he must have been a fish. his mornings are spent running on the beach and he’s been drawn to the pool many a time. but tonight after a rigorous run when he couldn’t quiet the fraught energy inside of him he decided to wade into the ocean. his gym shorts are discarded and he lets the water lap over him until he sees a figure on the beach and swims toward it. he’s not shy about showing off his naked body as he picks up the shorts and dons them casting the other person a sheepish smile. “ couldn’t sleep either huh?”

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mckenna had had a long night and figured a moment to herself by the ocean couldn’t hurt. of course, that moment alone turned into a moment checking out a stranger and she couldn’t help but playfully roll her eyes at the way he approached her. “of course i couldn’t. how could i with the knowledge of someone naked in the ocean... without me?” she teased, her eyes on his as she kicked her sandals off and stripped down in one quick movement, dropping the short dress she’d been wearing onto the sand. “i might as well join you, right?”

[mckennaparrish]

tender-roughness​:

As had become clear both before he took over the management of the Passion Bar and especially after, there wasn’t much Donovan West wasn’t capable of if it meant entertaining an audience. “Red, they couldn’t afford us,” he whispered into her ear right before leaning back. “But keep putting ideas in my head and the next time you’re on stage you won’t be dancin’ alone.  Do your performances get you keyed up?  Mine always did.  The pressure of all those eyes on me built up til I needed a good, hard fuck afterwards just to get it out of my system.”  He eyed her over his refilled glass before emptying its amber contents again. “Is that trigger itching for the right finger to pull it?”

She was so fucking horny that she felt like everything in her was begging her to kiss him. And she wanted to. But she wanted to play this game for just a little bit longer. “Oh, absolutely. Especially when I think about you up there... dancing with me.” She told him, leaning closer to him and smiling up at him. “I gotta say, I’m dying to see what you’ve got. I wanna see if you can grind with me, baby.” Mckenna said soft enough that he’d be the only one to hear it. She brought her hand to his chest, gently grabbing his shirt.

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open starter

Kendall lays in the bed of his own private villa, his body bare save for the tangled expensive sheet that’s covering his waist. He has one strong arm laid alongside his head, hand resting on top of his pillow, and his other hand gently rubs at the deep ridges of his defined abdomen. Kendall looks at the person who lays next to him, they had met a few hours ago by chance at the docks, and it hadn’t taken long for Kendall to get them back in his bed with him. He had dozed off for a bit after they’d both reached climax – blame it on jet lag – and he’s surprised to see them still laying next to him when he wakes up again. “I didn’t think that you would still be here.” Kendall says with a smile at them. “It’s late. Are you hungry? I can buy us some food, have it delivered? It’s the least I could do after you showed out the way you did earlier.” Kendall’s smile turns into a full-fledged grin now.  

[mckennaparrish]

Mckenna wasn’t usually the one to overstay her welcome, but she’d really given him her all and she hadn’t been sleeping well lately, so she figured a few extra minutes of sleep couldn’t hurt. Minutes turned to hours and when she heard his voice, she opened her eyes, sitting up slightly in an attempt to seem like she totally hadn’t been drooling just a little bit. “Sorry, your bed’s comfier than mine.” She explained with a smile as she wiped at the corner of her mouth with her thumb, licking her lips. “I am hungry, yeah. I don’t eat red meat, but... whatever else you want.”

[mckennaparrish]

tender-roughness​:

“Not without me laying you across this bar and doing things our clientele should be paying good money to watch,” Donovan shot back, only half-joking.”It’s for more than just your hair.  I like the way you blush when you’re turned on.  And the other ways all that fair skin can be turned bright pink, too.”  He chuckled, clinked his tumbler of whiskey against her glass and knocked it back at a single gulp. “Some things you never forget.  There’s nothing you can do on that stage that I won’t notice,” her boss promised with a Southern drawl that dropped to a lower, rumbling register. “After a year, I know every curve and how you move them.”

Mckenna wondered if it was normal for him to make women he spoke to feel like their entire bodies were tingling because it definitely was happening to her. The way he described his nickname for her, the way he told her that he knew every curve on her body... she wanted to mount him right then and there. She didn’t, of course, because he was right -- people would have to pay to see that. “Well, what do you say we make ‘em pay? I could use the extra cash.” She teased, licking her lips as she kept her eyes on his. “Is it getting hot in here?” She asked, giggling lightly.

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{ 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 } 𝓁𝑜𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃: the beach

It had just struck 11 am when Addy opened her eyes from her nap. The girl was, by nature, an early riser. She liked to head down to the beach, plop her butt down, and read. Her shifts at the Mangrove usually didn’t start till late afternoon, which left her plenty of time for shenanigans. Adjusting the sunglasses on her head, Addison stared briefly down the beach as a couple was full on fucking in broad daylight. Looking around her, Addison thought she was being pranked. Where the hell was Ashton Kutcher when she needed him? Taking her sunglasses off for a moment, Addison nodded, confirming that that was indeed a couple getting down and dirty in the sand. Laughing as she turned to face the beach once more, Addy smiled at the person in front of her. “I love this place so much,” Addison dropped her glasses back over her eyes. “What other resorts allows shit like this to occur?” she thought for a moment. “Don’t answer that, it was rhetorical. But also, where’s mine?” 

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Mckenna looked up at the sound of Addy’s voice, lifting her head and holding the undone back of her bikini top together as she sat up to see what she was looking at. “Holy shit, I love that. Think they’ll let us join in?” She teased, moving her hand to her forehead to shade herself from the sun so she could get a better view. “Aw, come on, we could outdo them on an off day.” She insisted, laying back down on the stomach and closing her eyes. “What do you say we give ‘em a run for their money?” Mckenna was totally kidding, but she’d be down if the opportunity arose. And if doing so wouldn’t end with sand in every crevice of her body.

[mckennaparrish]

tender-roughness​:

Donovan took pride in watching his employees strip.  No matter their technique he considered it all art.  Fucking arousing, damn near pants-ripping art but art nonetheless.  And he especially enjoyed watching McKenna’s routines.  The entire time she was on stage, his eyes were on her, hanging on every gesture and movement.  When she came to the bar afterward, as experience taught him she would, there was the boss already seated in a faded old Van Halen t-shirt that had faded to a light grey, a black sports coat that he made seem casual as hell, and (for now still in place) blue jeans.  He grinned ear to ear and leaned in close, warm hand pressing against the small of the dancer’s back and toying with the tie of her top in the process. “On my tab,” he instructed the bartender, before turning his full attentions to the feisty redhead. “If you gave me a lap dance right now you’d find out just what I thought but you were perfect as always, Red.  And you know it.  And you know I like it when you ask me nonetheless.”

“That can be arranged, Donny.” She told him, biting her lip as she kept her eyes on his before looking away to see if the bartender was done with her drink yet. “I love when you call me that, by the way. Red.” She said softly, reaching for her drink once it was set down in front of her. She sipped slowly at the straw, openly checking him out once she was done sipping on it. “Hey, I gotta make sure I haven’t lost my skill, babe. What if, one day, somehow, I get up there and totally bomb? You probably wouldn’t even notice, would you?” Mckenna teased, taking another sip of her drink.

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{ 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 } 𝓁𝑜𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃: the gym

It truly wasn’t fair just how decadent this place was. No matter how many times he explained this resort to himself in his head, he couldn’t get his mind to compute. Being that he had only been here a few days, Archie still wasn’t use to seeing beautiful women on nearly every inch of the sprawling landscape. He had to get away, had to realign himself and his mind. The only place he could think of was the gym. It had been his haven for so many years. The equipment in this place was next level. He hadn’t thought that a resort built on sexual fantasies would have top of the line gym equipment. 

After finishing some low rows, Archie wiped his face on a towel. Being from Virginia and living in New York for most of his life, Archie was hardly use to the humidity and heat. Looking to the person next to him, he attempted a smile. “Fuck this,” a small laughed escaped his lips before he extended a hand to them. “Archie. If you need help with anything, I actually do personal training at home in New York,” with a shrug, he grabbed his water bottle and took a long draw. 

[mckennaparrish]

mckenna was glad to have a day off, even though she missed stripping more than anything when she wasn’t doing it. there was something about being on that stage that made her feel alive and she couldn’t help longing for it when it was gone. of course, that didn’t mean that she just moped around on her days off. what she did, instead, was head to the gym to justify getting day drunk hours later. she had been doing some squats when she heard his voice and she put the weights she was holding down, smiling at his words. “i’m mckenna. and, sorry, i don’t take personal training sessions from hot guys. i don’t know, something about the whole... you helping me stretch... it’s distracting. i’d be on you like a cat in heat, babe.”

[mckennaparrish]

mckenna made her way off the stage after her set, tying her tiny top back on before she headed out to the bar. she always felt the best right after she was done stripping, and she always had the same drink when she got from the stage to the bar. “tequila soda, please. extra lime, if you can.” she said with a wide, bright smile, letting it fade to a smirk when the bartender turned around and she saw that it was donovan. “hey, donny. what’d you think of my set? did i untie my top too slowly?” she teased, leaning forward on the bar as she spoke.

@tender-roughness​

[mckennaparrish]

i’m late, who’s surprised! mckenna doesn’t have a bio so i’m just gonna figure her out as i go along!!! lmk if u wanna plot!!