YANDERE SLUT FARMER X TWITCH STREAMER READER : Part 2
A/N//: OMG!!! I've been tryin my hardest to write some good ol' smut, but I haven't written any smut since May of last year!!! Oh I hope this is as good as the first fanfic. But I tried, and that's great! Everyone's favorite farm boy is finally gonna get laid!
Shoutout to @sweet-flowering. I genuinely don't know how to tag, but this is for you <3
TW//: Exhibitionism, Tanner's a slut, you slowly fall in love with him, (you catch him in his barn neked ;)), Smut, P in V action, pronebone (SEARCH IT UP), protective sex, foreplay, oral, fem. receiving, misogynistic comments(Tanner needs new friends.)
Dale wasn’t having any of it.
Seeing his son exit the guestroom in only a towel, unaware of his disgruntled father watching him while he had piping hot black coffee in his hand. His hand jolted, twitching with disgust, seeing his son behave so erratically, so sinfully. And you, a visitor, are plaguing his mind with lewd thoughts. He’d seen the gazes Tanner bestow on you. You may not know those lewd and romantic stares, but Dale did! And he wasn’t having any of it!
Dale knocked on your door. He knows you’re in there, and he hates it! “Ms. Y/n, I need to have a word with you!”
“Dale, what is going on, honey?” Amelia questions, entering her house from the garage.
“You need to talk to your son! He’s acting all weird again.”
“Dale, he’s an adult now, you need to stop babying him. Now what’s wrong?”
You had opened the door. You were wearing only a nightgown. Dale instantly grew embarrassed, seeing you in your clothes, which were so intimate. He had covered his eyes, and a bright pink blush spread across his cheeks. “Is there something wrong, Mr. Jefferson?” You noticed his red face. “You look a little red?”
“I-um, Ms. Y/n, please see me in the dining room?” You knew that tone, so he knows. “Yes, sir, give me five minutes.” You said, closing the door on him.
“Dale, he’s 20 years old, stop treating him like he’s 5!” Amelia hissed, walking side to side with her husband, who tried to ignore her. As a father, it was his responsibility to keep his kids away from harm. Even if it was packaged as a guest or friend. But what if the so-called harm was within the family?
For years, Dale had tried to shape his son into a faithful, upright man. As a devout member of his church, he saw it as his responsibility to instill his beliefs in his children—especially Tanner, who had always resisted authority, even as a boy. There were times, in Tanner’s younger years, when Dale would stumble upon moments that didn’t align with his expectations—sneaking out, secret romances, late-night parties. Tanner, however, has always hidden parts of himself. But when the mask slips, even briefly, the truth of who he is comes into full view.
“Sir?” Your reply carried a submissive tone, reminiscent of a child who had found themselves in a situation of disapproval from a parent. Dale had gestured for you to sit across from him. You could tell by his stern gaze that he knew what was going on. Then you were seated, preparing yourself for a lecture from a parental figure.
“Y/n, I appreciate your presence; it has brought this family great joy seeing Tanner come out of his shell. However, I know what you’re doing and need you to stop. I’m saying this because I care for you, stay away from Tanner. If he talks to you, that’s fine, but anything else, steer clear of him. He is not what he seems to be.”
Your naive ass decided to ask, “Is there something I should know Mr. Dale?” Something was wrong for your father to talk negatively about you. Before he could open his mouth and talk badly about his son, both of you heard a sneeze from the stairs. You could hear boots step down the stairs, sauntering to you. When the walking halts, you feel a hand ease up your shoulder.
“Am I interrupting something?” His inquiry did not sound like one, more like a stern statement. His voice was low like he didn’t approve of what was said about him. Tanner pulls a chair out so he can sit next to you. When you looked back at Dale, he was fuming, yes, but at the same time, you could see the fear in his eyes. He was scared? And now it’s scaring you. You didn’t want to look Tanner in the eyes, his soft ebony eyes that he locked your soul in while you were giving him a handjob. Now a stark reminder that you were in the midst of turmoil.
Dale sighs, rubbing his fingers against his thick mustache. He had adjusted his hat, his messy wavy chestnut hair falling against his forehead. “What was he doing in your room?” He asks you, pinching his nose while looking directly at his son.
“He was showering, I was just listening to music.” You lied, and when you lie, your voice becomes high-pitched. Luckily, Dale didn’t know that fact.
“Is it true, son?” Tanner nodded, but that wasn’t enough for Dale. “I need words boy!”
“I was only showering in the guest room. Y/n wasn’t aware and tried to kick me out, okay dad!” Tanner lied, rolling his eyes at his father.
“Don’t give me no attitude, boy!” You looked at Tanner, who gave you a strong glance. It cut you like that knife the other night, but deep down, you assumed he wasn’t too mad. You were right.
“Dale cut it out! Now, whatever our son and Y/n were doing in that room is none of your business! He’s fucking 20 for Christ's sake!” Amelia cursed in the living room. It was rare for her to curse at her husband.
Now Dale directed his attention to his wife, leaving the room to go banter with her. You felt guilty for having your host yell at you. Scared that you would get kicked out. Now I want to stay? Oh my God! You thought, holding your head in your hands. Then Tanner nudged your arm, bringing you back to reality.
“What’s wrong? You’re really scared of my Dad?” He asked, smirking at you like a sinister little devil. His eyes watching you like Lucifer himself.
“Um yeah! I don’t want to get in trouble with your family, Tanner!” You scolded, and now he was a little concerned with your outburst.
“Don’t worry about that old bat, he’ll get angry if you change the football channel. I promise you, he’s not someone to be afraid of.”
“I should’ve just ignored you the other night.” You muttered, groaning while you pinched your nose. Tanner only laughed, standing up to leave, “Like they always say, it was fate that brought us here.” He said, shaking your shoulders.
“If you need me, I’ll be milking the cows.” He yelled, opening the front door and leaving.
You were worried. Scared even. You were getting in trouble with Dale and his son doesn’t give a damn. Tanner’s adding fuel to Dale’s explosive fire. But you noticed something, Dale seemed to fear Tanner. Tanner, his flesh and blood that he raised for 20 years. He is afraid of him. There must be something about Tanner that instilled fear into his dad.
You were disturbed by what was lurking inside Tanner, which could cause his dad to feel powerless over him. It made you want to avoid him, to leave abruptly. Take your things, hitchhike, and never return to the Jeffersons' manor again. But a notification on your phone told you otherwise.
Y/nnnn, get dressed, I want to take you to meet my friends 🙂
“How the hell did he get my number?” You were going to investigate but decided you too needed a bath. You were still only wearing a nightgown.
When you emerged from the guest room, you wore a sundress that stopped at your knees, ivory, with a little design on the hem, and a pair of steel-toe boots that you ordered from the Boot Barn weeks prior. To assimilate with the rural area you were in. Now you were going to find Tanner. You grabbed your sun visor and exited the house. Apparently, Tanner had also shared his location with you. He was only half a mile away from the house. So you head west, where the blue barn with a rusty roof was. It was a brisk walk, you felt as though you had completed a quarter of your steps for the day. Once you reached the barn, you noticed Tanner had discarded his t-shirt on the dirt pathway. Your eyes trailed to his jeans, he left them on the ground? Then you heard something, Oh Fuck!
You were standing in the middle of the large barn doors when your eyes wouldn’t leave Tanner’s buttocks. He was flexing in the back of the barn, the light shining on him like he was a nude angel. The cows and goats had ignored him, mooing and baaing as they ate. Tanner was feeling himself, touching his pectoral muscle, rubbing his leg as his hand was dangerously close to his half-erect penis, and posing in front of what seemed to be his phone. Though this wasn’t the first time(or last) that you’ve seen him in all of his glory, you could feel your stomach acid surge up your esophagus. The saliva in your mouth increased its flow as you turned around and gagged. As you were struggling to throw up, Tanner heard, running to you still naked to pat on your back. You were dry-heaving, praying that what was coming up would get out of your system. When it didn’t, you started to cough, choke on saliva even.
Then, Tanner ran to his father’s fridge by the milk station. Normally, it would house some beers, but Amelia wanted to make sure Tanner or Dale weren’t drinking on the job. So there were water bottles in there. Tanner grabs a hold of two, taking it to you and opening them. You took the opened bottle the best way you could, chugging water down your esophagus. When you were situated, He grabbed his clothes and started dressing himself.
“What…the fuck, Tanner?” You questioned, broken-up words only formed as you tried to talk.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry Y/n! I didn’t know you would come here.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You asked in a soft tone, trying not to upset your now throbbing head. You saw how embarrassed he truly was. Or was he fronting? You honestly couldn’t tell. Either way, his heart was beating out of his chest, and he was hurrying to put his clothes back on. His phone propped on a block of hay and the barn wall tipped over. Now You are terrified. A sex freak has taken you to his house. You’ve touched him, and he has feelings for you. You’re doomed.
“Y/n? Y/n, I know you're confused, and I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry!” Now he was on the ground, clutching your waist. His pants were nearly halfway down, you could see his erection imprinted on his jeans. Oh my goodness!
“Tanner, hon it's okay, I'm ok now.” You half lied. If anything, you wanted to run and tell Dale and Amelia.
“Are you sure? I know you were about to throw up.” He sniffed, snot running down his nose.
“Yeah,” you console, tilting his chin up. Tanner had calmed his tears. He wiped them away, then rested his face against your belly.
“Get up.” You sternly said. Tanner stood to his feet. His bare feet crunching the hay on the ground. “Okay, now, how did you get my phone number?”
“I have an iPhone too. I just pressed the screens together.”
“So you didn’t go through my phone?”
“I don’t know your password, but, since we’re getting closer,” he responded, pulling you closer into his arms, “we’re allowed to share each other’s passwords.”
“No, we’re not close. I don’t want to be close with you, I just want to go home!” He rolled his eyes, he’s rolling his fucking eyes at me?
“Okay, well, I’ll take your word for it,” he says, walking out of the barn. Out of the blue, you could hear Benson Boone’s music. Oh God! You noticed he still hasn’t put on his boots, and that his friends are pulling up. What the hell was he doing just sitting on the hay bales?
You picked up his boots, taking them to him while he was still sitting. He thanked you, sliding them on one at a time. Suddenly, a dirty red Ford pulled up in front of y’all. In there, you estimated that there were seven people in the truck. I suppose these people don’t give a fuck about their lives.
“Tanner! What’s taking you so long! Hop yo’ ass in the back!” The driver yelled, throwing a beer at Tanner’s chest.
“And bring that piece of ass with ya!” Then there was a series of laughter and screaming. You groaned out loud, Why am I put in this situation?! You thought your scowl spoke for itself. Knowing how Tanner is and now his friends, you felt as though you threw yourself into a pit of disgusting country bumpkins. Speaking of Tanner, you felt Tanner’s callous hand on your back, bringing you back to your tranquility.
“Ignore them, they're just being dicks.” He consoled you. One of the only times he’s been serious. You were a little regretful of believing he would egg on his friends.
He hops into the truck’s trunk. When he was in, he opened the trunk’s gate, pulling you onto his lap. For a moment, the two of you exchanged silent stares, and the ruby blush had dusted his cheeks. You had forgotten that twenty minutes ago, he was crying because you caught him naked in a barn.
It wasn't until, without warning, the guy on the steering wheel had pressed the gas pedal, causing you to accidentally fall on top of Tanner. Your tooth scratched his bottom lip, causing a gash that wasn’t too serious to postpone the event(not like y’all could leave now). Luckily, Tanner had some tissue on him. Of course, he did.
The girl that was sitting in front of you inside of the truck had opened the truck’s back window, showing her face. She had freckles that dusted her cheeks, nose, and forehead. Her brunette hair was tied in a bun by a green ribbon. She had extended her arm out of the window to introduce herself.
“Hi, there stranger, my name’s Leticia.” You took her hand, shaking it. “Y/n, nice to meet you.”
“Are you Tanner’s girlfriend?” She asks, causing the boy right next to her to turn and look at you.
“Um, it’s complicated,” you said. And honestly, it was complicated. First, you were jerking him off, now you’re saying you will never get close to him. How complicated can you get?
“Ah, I see, well, have fun back there, don’t go too crazy.” She says, closing the window.
“Tanner, are you okay, hon?” You noticed he was still dabbing the napkin against his lip. You took it out of his hand, pressing hard on his lip.
“Honey, you’re gonna have to press down on it to give it some pressure. It’ll stop the bleeding.”
“Y/n, what do you mean by it’s complicated?” His voice has softened, yet he sounds confused.
“I just…I don’t know. Do I like this thing we’re doing, or not?”
“Well, I like you. And I want you to know what you want, 'cause I already know.” He says, holding onto your waist, not to touch you, but to keep you secure when his friend hits a bump on the road.
“Are you patient?” You asked.
“No, not really.” He replies with no thought.
“Just give me a few days, when I see you again, I’ll let you know.”
The guy on the steering wheel stops by a local restaurant. And good for you, because your appetite has come back. You were hoping the establishment would have tap pay because you left your wallet in your room. When you entered, and asked the waiter, they told you no.
Tanner heard(of course) and offered to pay for your food. You thanked him, offering to pay him back when you got home, but he refused. Saying you were okay and that he was okay with you. Okay? You would come to find out that, out of everyone in Tanner’s entourage, including you, you were the only one legally allowed to drink. You and another guy, who was allergic to alcohol. Bummer. So you were bombarded all night by his bitch of friends to buy drinks. If you declined, you weren't gonna go to jail tonight, tomorrow, or ever!
You suppose this was going to be your dinner. A medium rare burger with steak fries and a Modelo. Something you weren’t expecting or proud of but didn’t care. You were still disgusted by Tanner’s friends. How could someone hang out with such vile, detestable people? The girl who looked like Wendy's mascot agreed with your resentment.
“Sure, Tanner seems like an independent guy,” she continued, drinking her mocktail, “but in reality, he’s kind of a pushover.“
“Oh?” That was all you said; you sat there and allowed her to talk. Talk about how dependent and docile he could be. You weren’t aware of how shy-natured he was, being that he normally bothers you a lot. The girl, whose name was Dana, would tell you about how much of a loner your Tanner was. Often ditched his friends to go play with his animals at the FFA club (Future Farmers of America).
He was kind of a mama’s boy before being introduced to you and your streams. No wonder why Amelia never scolded him. He had her wrapped around his fingers. He knew how kindhearted she was so whenever Dale would lecture him, she would be at his rescue. This was something that was said by Dana,
a girl who, besides you, was the only girl Tanner had invited to his house. The result of conservative parenting and losing interest in other girls.
“Yeah, and he doesn’t “have time” for girlfriend stuff. He would be too busy talking about some Twitch Streamer or whatever.” You. He would talk about you to his friends? Though you were a little weirded out, even cringing, you were also flattered. You so enamored him that he rejected the idea of spending time with his friends and having relationships. It reminded you of what Elizabeth said the first night you came over.
“He’s too shy around people.” Or does he purposefully push people away because he thinks you would show up in his life (which you did) unannounced and offer to be his girlfriend? Yeah, sure. Any possibilities could be right, and it intrigued you. What would a boy from the country want with a city girl, so badly, that he pushes people away for your attention? And if you hadn’t met him on the side of the road, would you still be brought to his life, or would he come to you? Like a hungry, lonesome tiger traveling thousands of miles for his tigress? You wouldn’t know for long.
After the get-together ended, it was time for y’all to head back. The guy who drove you and Tanner back home thanked you for having Tanner quote one quote, “come out of his shell again.” You didn’t care about what else he was talking about. He claimed that Tanner would lock you down one day, or he would put a ring on your finger before the year ends. Just utter bullshit from someone who called you a “piece of ass” hours ago. You wouldn’t let that go, and honestly, why would you?
Tanner unlocks his house door, allowing you in first. “Hey, we’re back!” Tanner called, “Hey!” He called some more. Something had caught your eye. It was a note on the foyer table. You picked it up, “Hey y’all, we’ll be out for a few hours. Our church is having a food drive. Dinner’s on the stove. Be back at 8! Love, Mom.” You recite.
“So, I guess we’re alone for a few hours,” Tanner says, walking in front of you. Removing his hat, ran his fingers through his wavy hair, and he then turned to look at you, only you were gone. You had entered your room while he was feeling himself. It was late, and you just wanted to turn in, still full from dinner. Though he was somewhat content to have time with his friends, he wanted to spend the rest of the night with you.
Meanwhile, you heard a knock on the door. You opened it. Tanner wraps his arms around you. You could feel his warmth, the sweat that he worked up from roughhousing with his friends. It took you a second to notice that you were being pushed away from your door. Hands-on your ass, you were lifted into the air. Taken to your bed, gently laying you down. He got on top of you, removing his t-shirt to wipe his sweat off his face with said shirt.
“I miss you,” he whispered.
“Tanner, what’s up with you? You’ve seen me all day.” You asked, a teasing tone in your voice. This has become pretty common for Tanner to hold you as if you were his but never has he picked you up and placed you on the bed. You wanted to believe he was teasing you again, but you knew good and well what was up, especially when he allowed his fingers to caress your cheeks. Or when his thigh pushed your dress up, remaining against your clothed vagina.
“I want you, I can’t wait any longer, I need you, Y/n.” he groaned, his thumb caressing your cheek, rubbing it oh-so gently.
“Tanner, what if your family comes back?” you asked, genuinely concerned. You didn't want his loving family to walk in on y’all having sex, or whatever y’all were inching to do. Tanner got up from the bed. He walked to the door, locking the door knob so no one would open it.
“It’s fine, no one will know, this is between us and the four walls only.” He came back to his spot on the bed, taking your arms and hovering them above your head. He had unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants before getting up to pull them off.
When he was only in his boxers, the ones that hugged his ass and dick so pleasingly, he noticed you sitting up to look at his goods. “You have a nice body, have you noticed that?” you ask.
He chuckled, and you knew how shy he was getting. His little celebrity crush told him he looked good. He was eating it up. Just like he will be eating you up. You volunteered to pull your panties down for him, yet he was quick to take them off, almost like a hungry, horny vampire. “Be patient, honey,” you spoke with a sweet saccharine tone. So he would pull them down with patience. Then he would start devouring.
When his lips made contact with your clit, you nearly jolted from the touch. Closing your legs as a response. Tanner pried them open with his man hands to continue. Something in you made you feel embarrassed for your reaction, and he would remind you of that later.
As his lips found your swollen bean, kissing it with aching tenderness before sucking it into the heat of his mouth, a shudder rippled through you. His tongue worked in slow, deliberate circles, each flick sending sparks down your spine. You couldn’t help but grind against his face, chasing the pleasure he coaxed from you with every hungry pull of his mouth, every teasing swirl of his tongue. Your fingers tangled in his messy hair, anchoring yourself as your hips moved in rhythm with his touch, desperate and raw, needing more.
Every touch felt like heaven. You felt hot and steamy from this man’s foreplay. And it had you thinking, maybe you should soften up to him. Not because he’s so good at oral, but because he’s the only guy that cares. Of course, he could be love bombing you at this moment to keep you close, but who knows? All that mattered was the thick pink fingers he was shoving inside of you. One at a time, he prodded his index and middle fingers into your vagina. Slowly teasing you.
Look at how he watches you, in the midst of severe feral arousal, he had a caring visage. Like he knows that he should go slow with his girlfriend. You knew that look. Your former boyfriend had that look on the first night, your first night. You belonged to Tanner now, somewhat. And you felt that he would take care of you. Accept it, leaving will cause a stab in your heart and pussy.
Tanner could feel you coming near to your orgasm, he could hear it in your voice as well. So he picked up the pace, both with his tongue flicking your pearl and his now slimy fingers going faster and faster on your poor girl. He licked the sensitive part of your pearl, then you orgasmed. Your face had contorted from his pleasure, mouth wide open as you screamed. Your jaw is throbbing from keeping it open too long. When you were finishing moaning, he was about to leave your mouth when you forced him back, making him lick once more as you rode out your high. Now, you were done. And now you can let go of him.
As he got up from the floor, he laughed. Oh, so everything is a joke now? “What’s so funny?” You asked, sitting up from your position. He didn’t respond, only climbing into bed gently to not cause himself to cum. From the looks of it, he looks like he was close to cumming his damn self. He sat on your hips, still rubbing himself. You stayed silent so you could hear his whimpers. He was killing you, JUST PUT IT IN NOW! Your horny side cried.
“Don’t move,” You spoke, rummaging through your purse to find a nearly old condom. You noticed he had scowled at the packaged rubber before fixing his face to let you know he was ready. “I’ll put it on,” you said, tearing it open with your manicured nails. You shoved it on his thick, pink shaft, and already, he was leaking precum. He had covered his mouth as he moaned. Oh hell no.
“You were laughing b’fore, what’s wrong now?” You teased, smacking your hand against his cock, causing him to gasp(and nearly cum in his draws.) He had pushed you back against the covers, resting his hand in yours, interlocking them. “Now, why would you do that, baby? Playing with me like that?” Without you knowing, he had perfectly lined his cock. Slowly allowing his cock to kiss your lips. He gently held your jaw, moving your face so you could look him straight in the eyes as he fucked you. When he slid his cock deep insdie of you, you groaned. Groaned from the abrupt feeling of cock entering you for the first time in forever. And so it begins.
You grind against the rhythm of his cock inside of you. Your legs wrap around his waist, one hand still interlocked with his, while the other finds solace against his neck. Your eyes cast a spell on him, causing him to feel queasy and nervous. You felt his stare becoming intimidating, and you told him to stop. “But who can I lay my eyes on? Who, when that minxy face of yours that makes me want to cum. You are so beautiful, baby.” He sighed, licking your jawline. You would’ve puked on his face from his freakish behavior, but at that moment, you could sense your endorphins rushing.
Tanner rests his head against your forehead, he allows his fingers to intertwine with yours again. Touching you gave him some solace, knowing it was genuine, and it was you with whom he was making love. “You’re so beautiful, you make me happy, baby.” He whimpered, like a virgin who was making love to the girl of his dreams. Oh wait.
“You sound like a virgin, but keep it up, I love this from you.” You teased, running your nails against his back. Tanner would lean towards your ear, “It’s because I am,” he laughs, turning you around and picking up the pace. Everything was fast-paced. You were hoping he would get the memo and calm his ass down.
“I love how smart you are, my Y/n. It’s like you read me like a book-ah.” He was pounding roughly into your pussy. You were out of breath from him yanking your arms and pussy pounding you. He had to stop.
“Ta-TANNER, baby, I need you to slow down. This doesn’t feel right.” You stammered, and he slowed down. Lying on your back in the process. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he sounded so artificial right now. Suddenly, you could feel his bear hands grasp your breasts, your swollen nipples being pinched between his index and middle fingers. “I will go slow, for you.” You could feel his hip pressed against your ass. His cock penetrating your vagina as you cried. You could’ve cum right away, the way he was manhandling you still but with a gentle force, your wanted to right now.
“Tanner, Tanner…Ah~” You cried, he moved your head to the side, making you try to look at him. “I’ve always wanted to have you as mine, Y/n. The things I have done and will continue to do for your love.” Now you were scared, but your speeding orgasm was taking over your fear.
“I love how determined you are to have me…fuck.” You groaned, he continued. Your breath fanning your face. His starving behavior forces the orgasm out of you. He felt your pussy tighten up, fluttering around his cock. He loved the way your spongy cervix kissed his red tip. He adored it, prodding back and forth into you just to feel you. Lying on your soft back, he rested his hot head against your face. You were obsessed with hearing his cock pound you, the plopping sound from your wet juices permeating his clothed cock. Your fingers clawed the comforter that you would sleep on later (Not at all). His breathy moans hit your face, causing you to sweat. And before long, you could feel yourself come undone to his pleasure. He moaned low in his chest, his back aching from leaning on you for too long.
“I love you, my Y/n.” He cried. You thought he was teasing you; however, you also fell victim to the orgasmic thoughts. “I-I love you too, honey. You and your gorgeous ass. Please get off of me?” You moaned, feeling the extra 230 pounds leave your back. You sigh in relief, getting up from the bed finally breathe naturally. And of course, Tanner wraps his arms around you. Pulling you into his embrace. He kissed your cheek before taking your jaw and kissing your lips. You moaned into his mouth, accidentally allowing his tongue to enter your mouth. His hand cups your right breast, the other spreading your legs open so he could tease your vagina again. His fingers played with your wetness, allowing you to leak on the bed.
You were so close, so close to having another orgasm, until you heard the front door open. “Fuck!”
“KIDS! WE’RE HOME!” Amelia called, “Mama, they’re probably asleep.” You heard Elizabeth, then some more hushed conversations before the door was slammed shut. You assumed it was from Dale.
“Let’s stop,” You whisper, removing his hands from your body. “We have to go to bed.”
“Well, you can’t sleep in with this comforter. There’s one in the linen closet, but we should bathe.” Tanner responds in a whisper. He took his fingers and sucked on them, suckling and licking on each digit as you watched him in disgust. Though you could feel your clitorus twitching from his slutty behavior.
Now you must take a bath.
Tanner when his longtime crush gives him some pum pum :
