#c: downbcd

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closed for: @downbcd / f/f 1d --- SPICY (accepting)

        ( 💔 )     ⋅ ⋅ ⋅    it's old hat that they've fallen into, one of the most familiar things they could have ever done together at this point in their lives together. and that's why luv knows that she can ignore just how much need radiates throughout her body if she focuses on the other's. mouth on aylin's chest, she lets out a hum as she finds herself suckling gently. luv's hand roams the other woman's body as the other helps stabilize herself.

[rosyviews]

closed for @downbcd   /   connection: kimi made them mad (u can decide why), & can't take the touch-less treatment

        ( 💔 )     ⋅ ⋅ ⋅    it's rare that kimimela feels as if she's going out of her mind in regards to physical pleasure, what with her job and everything, but she's realizing her own hand & toys come nowhere close to filling the void she feels without their touch. it's been the upper half of a week and the woman can't even remember what she did in the first place to receive their ire, just that she's suffering the consequences. it would better if they weren't talking to her either, but they WERE... acting as if everything was fine, just without any physical contact (not even a kiss on the cheek). tonight, she came over after an unsuccessful filming session, unable to get any good content regardless of the toys she used. kimi needed them. cue her now dropping from her spot next to them on the couch, settling between their legs. "please, i--i can't take it anymore." kimi's words are spoken between kisses to clothed thighs. "your hands, touch, CONTROL..." as she gets to their hip, the brunette switches to the other side and starts over; rinse & repeat. once finished, she's kneeled between their legs gazing up at them. "whatever i need to do to fix it, i'll do it. please."

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        ( 💔 @downbcd )     ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ it was her husband's idea for her to attend her fifteenth year reunion, and yet he had the audacity to have a "work emergency" the weekend it occurred. so here she was, champagne glass in one hand, wearing a dress that was far more expensive than the majority of the remaining student body's combined, chatting with a boy she never truly liked. polite laughter slips from her lips as she pats him on the arm before excusing herself. finishing her glass, luvenia places it down on a table before grabbing another and making her way towards the doors of the gymnasium. someone attempts to wave her over but she raises her clutch, making an excuse that she needs to go make a call quick but will find them later. leaving the double doors, her heels click against the wooden floors as she takes the first corner. "holy shit," she mutters under her breath... "fuck." (based)