Vinnie was demanding things, his body craved the touch of Maggie and the need to be as close as possible to her was very overwhelming – Strange considering he couldn’t care less sober. He simply grunts in response as his hands continue to work at the zipper which he’d eventually found, fumbling the piece of metal between his thumb and index finger before she backed away.
The biggest sigh of frustration exhaled from Vince as Maggie spoke of his assumed thoughts, although she wasn’t far from the truth. Her low, revealing tops and cute comfy shorts that he knew exposed some butt cheek drove him wild, though now he was drunk and completely out of his mind which made him feel that little bit more confident with her. “I think of you naked..” He confirmed with a shrug. “You.. walk around here like you own this crummy joint in your bra thing n’shorts.. What else am I supposed to see apart from your boobs in my face? C’mon Maggie.. You know you want this too..” He practically pleaded with her, his tone almost sounding desperate. He wasn’t too sure who Maggie was referring to when she spoke of the many girls in his cell phone, though the boy did enjoy a good snap or two of nude’s and more. Thirty going on thirteen again.
It was obvious now that Maggie wasn’t as interested she he first assumed, his intoxicated mind not realising how hard to get she was playing. But maybe he should have known this? His body slumped down onto the couch, pulling away the material of his trousers from his ever growing boner which he was sure would explode if he didn’t calm down soon enough, before rolling his head around to meet with Maggie once more. “Nope.. but if you want a thick texture in your mouth then you should come suck my dick..” His tone sounded more moody now, his head resting back on the arm of the couch.
his brush of frustration wasn’t unusual, at least not in the past, but she couldn’t help but feel just slightly tense by his comments, as he if felt he was owed her. “I dress how I want. Believe it or not it has nothing to do with what effect it has on you or your balls.” the smile that had been on her features, somewhat playful, had fallen, leaving her features slightly dusted with lemon level sour.
magdelena watched the father of her child practically skulk over the other side of the room, dramatics dripping off of him like a child who’d been told no. his comment raised nothing from her other than a scoff, maggie making her way to an arm chair which she used to steady herself to help unbuckle the delicate leather straps of her heels, no attention being given to the other.
“does this usually work?” she asked, straightening herself after a moment, letting her eyes fall over him before stepping out of her heels. “because you giving me nothing and then telling me to suck your dick isn’t hot. In fact, it’s kind of insulting. You think I’m ready to just drop to my knees for you after tonight?” she looked at him, all seriousness in her tone. “all I asked if that you sober up a little, so you actually do a good job of fucking me. I didn’t come home with you for mediocre sex.”