𝐓𝐞𝐧 𝐎𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐞𝐧
𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘼𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙭, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨.
𝙘𝙬: 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡 masturbation, 𝘼𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣’𝙨 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠, 𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙪𝙢𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚, 18+𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔 𝙈𝘿𝙉𝙄
It’s addictive watching Adrian stroke himself, the motion of his hand, the way he bucks his hips and the way his chest flushes is intoxicating.
He feels the same about you, watching you lay spread open across from him, fingers disappearing in your pussy every time his fist meets the base of his cock.
“Did, fuck,” Adrian starts, “Did you know that owls have feet?”
You throw your head back, more so to hide the smile splitting your face.
Adrian’s such a weirdo but you’re worse than he is because even his stupid questions in that breathy, fucked out voice of his has you clenching around your fingers.
“Yes I did Adrian,” you gasp, your body erupting in goosebumps when he leans forward and pulls one of your legs so it spreads wider and it forces your fingers deeper.
“Oh,” Adrian smirks, his own hand tightening around his cock. “Go fast baby, I’m right there.”
Your mewling has his blue eyes darkening.
“Fuck you’re beautiful,” he whispers, eyes glued to where your fingers go in and out leaving a trail of slick and wet squelches every time you thrust them.
“Adrian,” you whimper, your other hand rolling your clit making your thighs jump.
Hair falls in his eyes but his fist gains speed, his chest beating erratically.
“Coming, coming,” you whine and as your head hangs back as your orgasm rushes over you, Adrian whimpers.
It was honestly more of a whine as he staves off his own orgasm until you’re finished, “Come here a second, angel.” He pants, his free hand reaching for you.
You smile, laying your face right next to his rapidly moving hand. “Gonna paint my face, Adrian?”
That’s all it takes and he’s making a mess on your lips and cheeks and his hand.
He’s red as he comes down from his high, hair matted to his forehead.
“Good?” You whisper, licking off his spend from your lips.
“Perfect, really fucking perfect.” He hauls you closer to him, kissing your face. “On a scale of one to ten, what would you rate it?”
You roll your eyes before stamping a kiss to his chest.
“Ten out of ten, honey.”
