I ain't got a tattoo or piercing... Yet..
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"Yet? Don't threaten me with a good time, baby," she grins, "I got a sharp needle and diamond studs that can go wherever you want 'em."

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I ain't got a tattoo or piercing... Yet..
type bingo!!! | @bootscooted | rae & bri
"Yet? Don't threaten me with a good time, baby," she grins, "I got a sharp needle and diamond studs that can go wherever you want 'em."
@bootscooted continued from x.
He can't say it's the worst reason to be turned away at a bar, though it doesn't really help the unquenchable thirst that burns in the back of his throat. He's just trying to be good, or as good as drowning your sorrows at the bottom of countless bottles can be. It's better than the usual alternative.
Robbie makes wherever he goes into a lot of money that night. He could drink them dry if he didn't want to draw unwanted attention for it.
The hand on his shoulder draws his attention, the veteran turning, brows lightly lifted. "Maybe I wouldn't mind." The words come out so casually, he sounds tired, worn, not just from a long day or a long week, but a long life.
He's just -- - tired.
"Enchanted?" That was new, but what was surprising when he himself was a normal young man on the outside but a century year old 'superhero' on the inside? Who was he to judge? "Sure. I could really use a drink." Or several.
@bootscooted said | you look so good filled with my cum.
Billie moans. She's ass up on all fours, cheek pressed to the duvet as she looks over her shoulder at him behind her. She's filled with his cum - can feel a little bit of it dribbling out of her, which she hates (what a waste), but seemingly isn't satisfied.
"Will you fuck me again, Daddy?" She requests, stretching out so that she can roll over onto her back and look up at him - legs still obscenely spread, her own cock hard again against her stomach. "Fuck your cum back into me and fill me up even more?"
📘 ( BOOK ) brinaaa
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“Hey, pretty boy,” Sabrina coos, running her hands through his hair as he settles on the couch, head in her lap. She still doesn't look up from her book, hand leaving his hair to flip the page.
He shifts off the couch and she thinks nothing of it - at first.
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DONT YOU EVEN PLAY WITH ME TRISTAN
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Perhaps she had a WAY about her that always seemed to lead her into situations as these, a scarlet letter of promiscuous intentions coordinated in every outfit of hers. The reputation of how much she actually got around wasn't a concern. She was far from upset about it actually, there was something ENERGIZING about shared moments tangled up with someone like him.
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// AWWW You too my friend 🥺❤️
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THIRSTY, I LOVE YOU, I THINK YOU ARE SO WANDAFUL (i had to, lmfao), THANK YOU FOR BEING AROUND, NEVER LEAVE ME <33
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