“scientists don’t want you know” is a phrase that always cracks me up because if you actually meet a scientist they will be shaking and crying like an overstimulated chihuahua with the need to let you know
not only do I agree with OP’s point, calling any sort of religion a cult is extremely disrespectful. hating people based off of a belief they have makes you a shitty human being! you are no better than those you hate if you choose to hate them based off of a belief of theirs. it is so easy to be respectful and nobody should be getting shit for their religion whatsoever!
vanilla ice cream, italy's coastline & pantyfucking with theo nott 18+
It was just far too hot.
It felt as though your skin had melted into the weave of your beach towel, a luminous, balmy glow glossed over the gentle rise of your curves.
Your sunglasses slipped low as your languid tongue—teasing, coquettish—traced delicate kitten-licks along a soft serve. Theo's sugar-loving baby seemed almost confectionary herself: a slow, melting swirl, marked by faint, pretty tan lines.
Theo had to grind his feet deeper into the scorching sand—yes, he had to cool off, had to wade into the water. Had to submerge himself in the blue depths of La Pelosa and perhaps never resurface.
Anything to quell the rising imprint of his dick straining against his swim shorts.
But alas, it moved with a will entirely its own. No matter how insistently he palmed himself beneath the water, trying to squeeze his cock to soften and behave and steady the relentless throb, he could not get it to stop.
Not while his gaze remained fixed on you—sprawled languidly across the sand, as though you were some sucrose glazed confection for him to sinfully savour. No, he could not stop the blood from rushing and making his tip hot.
Gods, he felt like a fucking teenager when he was with you. Getting hard over fucking ice cream. Even more so now that it had begun to melt, leaving a sticky sweetness on your supple breasts.
Fuck the lake. He could cool off with the fresh vanilla on you.
Your body lifted slightly as Theo approached, swallowing the last of the cone. You took him in liberally—you’d always said a body like his belonged to sunlit coasts and rivieras, not tucked away beneath England’s grey skies.
He had those biceps that you liked to sink your teeth into just to feel the firmness in his muscles.
Then, your eyes fell to the length bumping along the movement of his stride.
“Yes, Theo?”
He sank to his knees, breathy kisses fading onto the hot skin on your thighs.
“My baby, my girl, my sweet angel.”
Theo always had such wounded fuck-me eyes—your cunt never could resist from weeping at the sight.
You ran a hand through his fluffy curls.
“Do you have a condom?”
A small boyish shake of his head.
“No,” he whined.
“Mhm?”
"Swear I won't put it in, baby."
Theo didn’t even care to look around. He quickly bent his cock free from the waistband of his shorts, pressing the fat pink head against your bikini, leaving its own tacky white mess there.
His thrusted slowly, his tanned torso rolling against you as he set a languid rhythm. Each nudge of his cock sent a jolt through you, the pressure insistent enough that the sand beneath shifted with every motion.
“Fuck—fuck—fuck…” he cursed under his breath with every pump, his cock pale and compressed where he held it in his tight fist.
After a few more slow drags, the damp imprint of your cunt had already begun to mark the thin fabric, his pre-cum soaking through until it clung to you. The material shifted with every movement, sticking, pulling, and sliding in a way that made everything feel more sensitive.
His cock felt bigger somehow—something about the heat had made it more swollen.
Then, with little patience left, he nudged the fabric aside. It peeled away with a shlick sound where it had adhered to you.
The tender length kissed your clit and you swore the sun blinked. The tight stretch of your bikini pulled his gummy head so taut against you, so squeezed and squished onto your folds, his cock mind-numbingly raw against you for the first time.
His veins and outer skin rubbing itself, the friction making its waves—bruising your delicate folds so mercilessly.
You looked down, to the outline of him spearing through you so clearly on the nylon like it was shrink wrapped.
“Yes—yes… you feel so f’king good just like this.”
“Faster, Theo… p-please.”
A low groan dragged from his throat as he shifted, lifting and pressing your legs together toward your stomach. The new angle wringing his cock even tighter in between your puffy labia. He rutted against you again, more urgently now, the pressure building.
It felt like he was driving it through a fleshy fruit, your clit like juicy pulp.
He wanted you to pop.
“Can I come on you, my messy girl?”
You glanced down at the vanilla trails across your chest, your breath catching as everything felt too hot, too much.
“Mm—mhm—!”
His grip on your legs loosened just enough for you to move, your hips bucking as you chased your own orgasm. The friction between you had grown milky and overwhelming, every movement producing a lewd noise inside your bottoms, churning you like cream.
You writhed beneath him, a broken whine slipping from your lips as it finally crested. Your fingers curled into the sand, his rough, relentless rhythm pushing you past the edge until your body trembled from it.
Theo’s breathing turned ragged as he finally let go, spilling little thick pearls of come onto your breasts.
He dragged a finger through the frothy mess he’d made, bringing it to your lips. You sucked on them, tasting the salt and sugar as he exhaled shakily.
Then he leaned in, kissing slowly, savouring the buttery taste on your lips as you came down from your high.
You pouted as he licked your breasts clean.
"You've seriously ruined ice cream for me forever."
fuck ice. fuck trump. fuck israel. fuck every person associated with the epstein island. fuck child predators and people who encourage pdfs to do what they do. tumblr, u can terminate my account if you want. i wont stop protecting those who need it.
izzy806
stormborns
blakekathryn
snowghoul
vaporwave
