#dryhumping

[yoursweetcorpse]

bring back dryhumping with eye contact and heavy breathing and giggling and

[puppygirlarmpitsweat]

all sex is cringe as far as im aware. dont let that stop you. lick her armpits and dry hump her thigh for 15 minutes fully clothed and cum in your pants. kill the comphet in your mind. kill the comptop in your mind. only listen to other peoples commands if thats hot.

[2paranoid2radio]

jaafar jackson is shy about a... particularly spicier scene for the sequel to michael and quickly forgets to follow the script

(18+ ;) 3.6k words [part 2]

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the production had already pulled you aside to discuss what the scene would be about, the director wanted to give greater emphasis on michael jackson's love life this time, and they landed that you would portray the sexual energy of the scene perfectly.

but it was a quick summary of the scene, you were promised to get a more complete explanation soon.

you were a gorgeous girl, and not many people knew of you. all of your roles before this were small ones, but you had poured your all into it. you have never felt more blessed to be a part of a production as big as this one, especially since for most of the movie, you will be acting beside a real jackson.

now, you were in a room with the writers and director of the sequel, no one had begun filming yet, now it was about laying the foundation down. jaafar was sat beside you on the long table, you guys have met countless times before-hand and got on well, you realize that a kind heart was genetic in the jackson family. but still, you guys were co-worker friendly.

the director clears his throat while pressing the edges of the paper to the table. "jaafar, you've seen my email?"

softly, jaafar responds. "yes, i responded back this morning."

the man shrugs, "no need, we'll discuss everything now. y/n, are you okay with nudity?"

your breath hitches, you've never been exposed on a big screen before, and knowing that it would be in a room with multiple people and especially jaafar, the idea scared you. you weren't that kind of actress yet. heat creeping up your neck, you dart your eyes to jaafar before responding. "what kind of nudity?"

the jackson next to you doesn't look away from you, you can tell he didn't want to see you uncomfortable, but he was observing quite closely. you and jaafar knew surface level information about one another, and it was safe to say you both were aware of the age-gap between the both of you. keeping your sight forward, you look at the man while you try to ignore jaafar's gaze on you.

"topless nudity, but it doesn't have to be your full chest. we want to go with the flow, but since you're so new to this we want to…" the director looks around the room, snapping his fingers while he tries to look for the word, "protect you." he lands with, holding your eyes again. you don't see, but jaafars adams apple bobs. jaafar felt shameful about his immense attraction to you and the idea of working with you naked made him quite nervous.

you hear him out, "are you uncomfortable with an entire studio seeing you bare?" he asks, clicking his pen and lightly twisting in his chair with wheels.

you swallow, answering honestly. "i've never filmed anything where i needed to be, so yes, i think i'm a little uncomfortable."

jaafar drops his gaze, he knows that after you it would be his turn to get asked these questions.

the man pops a shoulder, "thought so, it's only natural." then he abruptly asks a question that feels out of place. "have you worn backless dresses or tops before?" he randomly questions.

you nod, "yeah."

the man gives a look to one of the writers beside him, who jots something down on a sticky note.

"y/n, we'll get back to you on this, we want you to feel as comfortable and safe in this environment as possible. i'll discuss things further with you regarding nudity later, okay?"

you smile, and jaafar makes sure to lift his eyes and see it. "of course, thank you so much. i am willing to negotiate further, and make exceptions, i don't want you to think i won't do anything at all."

the man lifts his palm, "you're sweet, but you're only so young. now," he turns to jaafar, who was rubbing his palm on his thighs. "i'm not gonna make you get naked while you portray your uncle," jaafar laughs, and you cant help but chuckle too, "but this will be a very tension-filled, sexual scene. i'm going to give you both enough wiggle room to behave however you want but this is basically the scene—"

the writers pull out a stack of stapled paper, an older woman begins reading it out.

Cameras flash all on Michael, but he was staring at [Reader's character] who stands on the sidelines, away from paparazzi and interviewers and beside Bill and Michael's manager. The audience gets a view-shot of her entire flattering, sultry dress. Michael, despite being on the red carpet, pulls away early, eager to leave.

"Blah blah blah, okay, here's the scene."

Now that Michael was finally alone with [Reader's character], it's quiet and tension is thick in the air. Michael decides to speak first. He mentions something about how [Reader's characters]'s feet must be aching from her shoes. She, feeling bold, lifts up her legs and points her feet to Michael. She asks him to take her heels off for her. Michael doesn't think twice, feeling her feet once they are off.

"now jaafar, you're going to massage her toes and when you press against the middle of her foot, y/n will moan, this will take michael by surprise, kind of—shyly, boyishly smiling."

this was all starting to settle on to jaafars shoulders, he will really have to do these things with you. he wasn't sure how he felt, outside of his nervousness, but he would be a liar if he said this didn't excite him a little.

listening to the script kind of felt like a blur for you, a moment is brought up where jaafar will have to slide his hands under your dress and off of you, exposing you, you felt lightheaded. jaafar was good-looking, of course you couldn't wrap your mind around it.

"but don't worry, y/n. we'll edit this back if you're sure that you don't want to be naked."

as the explanation went on, you realize just how close you will need to get with jaafar.

phrases like "palm him", "pull his hair", "your tongue is gonna—" were thrown around, and that was only what you had to do. jaafar was left with much more work.

"remember, michael was quite the ladies man, he knew what he was doing when he put on a soft-act, and jaafar, you will also have to."

"yeah, i think i caught on with that." he jokes and you grin. just by his tone you can tell he was just as new to this as you. you often forget that he was never an actor before the first film, you both probably felt the same exact way.

"is there anything about the scene you two want me to change?"

you and jaafar both turn to look at each other but you both decide to remain silent, it seemed you both were open minded which was great news for the production.

you shake your head at the man, and he exclaims.

"great! now, this scene will take around a few days to film despite being a short one. our intimacy coordinator suggested, since you two have never filmed a romantic scene before, that you dedicate a few days together. you know, getting comfortable with each other and practicing the scene alone together before she interferes and organizes everything. we still want there to be passion, so we're relying on you two to make that happen. don't let it get unprofessional, but loosen each other up before the production interferes and filming starts happening, okay?"

alright, now you are a little scared. a few days of just you and jaafar together and, what, having sex? based on jaafar's shy, boyish expression, you can tell he was overthinking this just as much as you were.

everyone already starts to leave but you and jaafar are still planted on your seats.

"i would suggest starting as soon as possible, we're already behind schedule, so like, today.'

today.

is this a prank?

you can't even complain, you quite literally signed up for this.

the room began to empty out and you were still there, staring at your copy of the script. so was jaafar, who immediately rubs his forehead after it's just you two now.

"i had no clue they were gonna make me do this after i accepted doing the first movie." he said, humor behind his voice.

you laugh, "yeah, i got no excuse. not sure what we're gonna do with the whole topless thing though."

he takes a moment to respond back, there was a thickness in the air now that it was just the two of you. it was to be expected, after getting a step-for-step guide on how you're gonna be having sex for the next few weeks of practicing and filming. "do ah, do we just get right into it or do you want to get to know each other better first?"

looking at the dimple on his cheek, you say "i think getting to know each other sounds better right now."

-

you burst out laughing. you were back at his apartment now and you realize he's way funnier than he lets on, the sounds of your laughing giving him a sense of pride floating in his chest.

despite him saying he doesn't drink, he makes an exception today in order to pave some room for you both. no one was exactly drunk, just tipsy.

"i mean just look at his mustache!" he doubles down and you actually feel tears forming.

"oh my god, stop, i can't breathe." you throw your head back on his couch, gasping for air as you force yourself to calm down. he can't help but laugh when you do, so you both were just giggling messes.

you make a noise that sounds like a content sigh, turning your head to look at him as silence finally settles between you two again. you notice how jaafar doesn't make eye contact with you for long, looking away every time you catch his gaze. now he looks at the empty glass cups on his coffee table and the folders beside them, but you were too busy focusing on his curls which he grew out since the last movie. his hair wasn't too long per se, just a casually messy head of curls that he looked fabulous in.

he now knows more about what kind of music you listen to and your relationship with your family, but also your personality now shined like a sun-beam outside of a work setting. he absoluetly adored you.

he tried to push the thought to the back of his mind. he felt shameful for his violating, ungentleman-like thoughts but god. he could not wait to fuck you.

jaafar picks up the folder, giving you a wide smile which makes you try to swallow down how flustered you felt.

your sight darts to the folder now in his hand, nervousness eating you up again. "i guess we gotta get to it, huh."

"nah, not right away if you don't want," he flips through it quickly before dismissing it back on the table again. "how about we just do what we remember today, and tomorrow we follow it step by step?'

still in a mood where you felt like joking, you jump straight into it.

"oh gosh, my feet, michael. they just hurt so bad…" you made up your own dialogue as you lifted your right foot, where you only had a sock on since you had taken your shoes off before entering his apartment.

already, he laughs, the sound comforting you as he scooches close to you. "nope, no i cant have that, give me your foot," he grasps it and places it on his lap, shoving your socks off and doing a surprisingly good job at massaging it.

actually, it took you by surprise how good it was, you unexpectedly shove a hand to your mouth to keep yourself from making any noises.

"awh, i didn't even get to the pad of your foot yet." he grins at you, lifting a hand to pull your own hand away from your mouth. his being significantly bigger, softer.

you remembered you were supposed to be making noise, so you just let him, but it was just a massage and despite being tipsy, you didn't want to embarrass yourself by being too vocal so you force yourself to remain quiet.

you weren't wearing a dress, so he couldn't follow the steps of sliding his hand under it and groping your thighs, so instead he goes over your pants. his hands were warm, the heat of it seeping through your material until he reached your thigh, your character spread her legs open wider, so you do too.

he moves slower for a moment, you think it's because he was trying to remember what to do next, but what you don't know was that his heart was thumping so hard in his chest he thinks you can hear it. really. jaafar was building up his courage.

slowly getting closer to you, breathing in your scent, he looks up at you with such a puppy dog expression, you almost ask him what's wrong. "i'm going to touch you over your clothes today, okay?" jaafar tells you instead of asking you.

"okay," you respond softly, his character was supposed to grope your actual body, but jaafar barely even hovers above your clothed breast. he was so nice, it began frustrating you. you understand this was your job, but you were both new to this and you couldn't change how you feel at this moment.

"jaafar," your voice above a whisper, the humorous environment quickly shifting to exactly what the production was thinking when they wrote out this scene. jaafar looks back at you with his brown, sweet eyes. "i know you can tell i'm not wearing a bra under this," he watches your mouth and he gulps, "but you can loosen up, we need to."

he nods, hesitantly palming you while his other hand squeezed your thigh. arching your back from the sofa, you go to kiss his jaw like you remembered you should. jaafar got shivers at the feeling of your soft pillowy lips pressing against his skin, completely engulfed in your scent.

jaafar has never been this nervous preparing for a scene before, not even when he had to spin and do moonwalks. His mind went blank, he couldn't contain himself under the gaze of your doe eyes, eagerly waiting for his next move. he didn't expect the cotton of your shirt to be so thin, feeling your nipple grow harder against his grasp.

now he really couldn't focus.

"ah.." he drops his head to look at his lap, "what did it say i do now?" he was too shy to even look at you, all the blood rushing up to his face. he didn't think this would be so hard.

"kiss me," you purred. you didn't mean for it to come out that way, your tone making jaafar's heart skip a beat until he almost started praying.

slowly, he closes the space between you. you sucked in a breath while your lips brushed against each other. finally, he pressed his own lips against yours, and you tasted so sweet he felt as if he was growing high. the kiss was short, but so perfect. your lips felt lonely when he pulled away.

nervously rubbing his thumb over your clothed nipple, his body language proved his anxiousness, kneading your thighs as he dropped his forehead to your shoulder.. you bite your lip at the feeling, not ignoring the fact that none of this was in the script. "what do i do now?" he asks, afraid to look at you.

your fingers tangle themselves amongst the curls over his nape, "doesn't matter, this was about getting the tension out of the way, right?" you asked. he felt like a student who was being guided by a teacher, god he was so hard. he was an amateur actor, he didn't know how long he could hide it for.

you had no idea this was practically like the blind leading the blind, but he lifts his head from off your shoulder anyways and nods. "yes," he tells himself, "you're right."

focus jaafar.

he kisses you again and you are more than welcoming, but this kiss was far more extensive than the one before. his demeanor is broken, desperate. he moves his hand from your boob, leaving you colder while he reaches for the other side of your hip, pressing you against him.

"come on," he softly orders, fighting the urge not to stick his tongue in you, "sit on my lap, please…"

you're supposed to be in character, but calling his uncle's name out right now doesn't feel right. doing as you're told, you feel how hard he is now that his crotch is nuzzled between your ass, straddling both his sides.

taking matters into your own hands, you decide to part between his teeth using your tongue, but it seems he also had the urge to do it at the same time, so your tongues end up swirling against each other. this makes him whimper while your hips start rocking against him.

you suck his bottom lip as you tug on his hair, he instinctively stands up while he carried you from your thighs, you hooking your legs around his waist for extra security while he took you to his bedroom. he was such a gentleman, he didn't want the first time you two "rehearse" to be in the middle of his living room.

you didn't care where it would be, you were so wet you were sure you were damp through your pants.

he gently lays you down on his bed, and you can smell him everywhere. the sheets, the pillows, everything was so him. the scene didn't include any real penetration, and he promised to practice this without any clothes being taken off either of you, so the two of you felt so incredibly restricted.

you couldn't admit to each other you were frustrated that the first day on the job for this scene didn't include skin to skin contact.

"don't let it get unprofessional."

jaafar had to hold himself back so much, it physically hurt. he just stuck with what he knew he was allowed to do. pulling away from your mouth to look at the hard nipples poking through your shirt, he whines, grabbing a handful of it while crawling over you.

"i wish you could suck them," you impulsively, very unprofessionally gasp.

as soon as you were about to regret it and hate yourself forever, he responds immediately. "me too," he moans, a pained look on his features.

you look at each other, intoxication playing in both your eyes. without another word, you shove your shirt above your head and he helps it off you. his mouth immediately salivates, licking past your nipple as he buries himself in your tits.

he calls favorite for your right breast, kissing it and moaning into it while his other hand plays with the other one, flicking your nipple and twisting it. you didn't want to be obnoxious, biting your lip to suppress your whimper. your legs spread open, your tits jiggling in his face when you lift up your hip to press yourself against his crotch.

he pulls away from your chest, his chin just as wet as your boobs. his fixes himself, aligning his clothed cock against your clothed pussy, he can't believe what he's doing. "jaafar…" you mewled, embarrassingly covering your face with the back of your hand.

"stop," he particularly ordered, shoving your hand over your head. "i have to see you…" jaafar licks his lower lip. you blush hard, rolling your hips as the thick, rock-hard outline of his dick gets you even wetter.

unable to contain himself, he presses harder into you, humping you through your clothes as the contact presses against your clit. he doesn't know where to look, you're a distracting billboard. there was a dark wet circle of precum on his pants, he was so embarrassed, but it only turned him on more.

your soft, smaller hand goes to touch his throat, he leans closer to you, his shirt-covered chest hovering just above your bouncing, exposed one. gently wrapping your hands around his throat, his adams apple bobs against your palm and you kiss him again.

your pussy clenches around nothing and his dick twitches against you, you didn't know how much longer you could roll your hips, feeling as if you were about to cry out in frustration." jaafar," you coo against his mouth, accidentally squeezing his throat tighter. jaafar didn't think he could get any harder.

"jus' ah little longer y/n." he slurs, seeing stars. he takes your leg and puts it over his shoulder, humping through your pussy harder while you tried fucking yourself back on him. your orgasm completely sneaks up on you, jumpscared with the sudden cum pulsing out of you, leaking through your clothes. "jaafar!" you shuttered, your back almost completely arching off of his mattress. he keeps dryhumping you, throwing his head completely back until his hip stutters.

now you both were soaked messes of cum.

don't let it get unprofessional my ass.

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ok let me know if you guys want a part 2 to this where they do a little more than just dryhumping if you catch my drift

(part 2)

[audxno313]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐬𝐟!𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞

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“Wooah n/n, think it’s about time I take you home alright?”

“Party pooper!”

You blow a raspberry at him

Rafe puts an arm behind your back, guiding you to his truck and making sure you don’t fall over

“Y’know your parents will kill both you and me if they see you like this, I’m supposed to babysit your ass”

“Yeah whatever” you laugh

You hear a couple voices yelling your name from behind,

To see two of your friends, clearly as drunk as you, waving and yelling to come

“Don’t,” he warns

“Oh em gee! Hannah, macey i’m coming!!” You squeal as they cheer

As your running towards them, you laugh, hoping this is provoking and annoying rafe

He just stands there, arms crossed, keys in hand

Watching as you embarrassingly run all over the place.

But surprisingly he adores it.he lets out a nasal laugh at the sight of you being a mess.

You look back smiling to see if rafe is chasing after you, although you don’t see much of him, instead you fall on your face

Your mind goes blank for a moments but when you open your dazed eyes You realise rafe is carrying you, bridal style.

“What happened? Where are they? Hannah and macy…” you say dramatically

“I just wanted to say hi to them…”

“You fell over and fuckin fainted for a second before you even got to them” he laughed

“Clumsy girl” he teased

“Shut it…”

Your eyes go wide like you just came up with the greatest invention ever

“Rafe, How about we go back and party!”

“Too late”

He cut you off, dropping you on the passenger seat

“No it’s not! cmonnn rafe it will be fun just-just carry me back”

“Your parents set a curfew, remember? You’re not goin anywhere.”

He slams the door, walking to the other side

As he starts the truck, you quickly unlock your door and jump out,

“Wooo!”

“Are you sure about that?? Cause watch this”

“Goddamnit y/n”

Obviously it only takes about two seconds for him to scoop you back up

“this isn’t gonna work if you keep runnin away. i’ll get someone else to drive while i hold you hostage”

Thats how you ended up sitting in his lap, while he made sure you didn’t move As he called kelce

“Yo bro i owe you one”

You prayed kelce would get here soon,

The entire atmosphere changed once you sat on his lap.

Every second that passed by with you sitting on his thigh, your panties were getting more wet and more heat pooled low in your stomach.

Surely he could feel your pussy pulsing like crazy

“When is kelce getting here…”

“In ten”

You nodded. Turning yourself around to be face to face with him

“I’m getting really bored y’know…should we go back to the party?” You try tempting him, and wanting to distract yourself before you do something stupid to him

“No, like i said we’ll both be in shit if we’re even more later than your curfew.”

You sigh in defeat, resting your chin on his shoulder

Gosh, his cologne smells heavenly and his-

You can’t hold your needs in any longer.

lifting your head all the way back up, gazing into his eyes, hands holding onto his shoulders, sudden shortened breath

“Well if you wanna trap me in here atleast let me do this..”

You slowly roll your hips forward and back, letting out a small gasp

He puts his hands on your hips to stop you

“Woah woah y/n, are you fuckin serious? humping my leg huh?” He almost lets out a laugh

“Don’t stop me, please. You’re driving me crazy rafe, i just want you”

You foggily say

He loosens his grip, allowing you to continue

“Shit, if that’s what you want, go for it” he smirks with a chuckle

He tenses his thigh muscles under you as his big n rough hands guide your hips back and forth

“Aw fuck” your head falls back as your nails dig into his shoulders

“Shit this is so good, ‘m not gonna let you forget about this”

He grabs his phone out his pocket and starts recording, the flash strong and bright, allowing you to shut your eyes

But you don’t care that he’s recording, couldn’t care less infact. the sensation of it all overtakes & floods your senses that you can only moan and whimper

“Y’ really don’t care huh?” He teases, flash still blinding you

“No, no” you shamelessly admit

“Well, i can’t keep this all to myself, that’d be greedy, why don’t i send it to the boys?”

You speed up

“And don’t forget to tell them how hard you are while you’re at it” you giggle

“No shit, you’re the one grinding on me” he smirks

“Rafe i-“

“Close?”

You nod, biting your lip down

“Shit, well it’s obvious alright,” he points the flash at the wet trail you created on his shorts

He stops recording at that.

he’s the only one that can see you come undone, this will be for him, and him only.

Sent

“What a needy little thing huh? Grinding on your best friend’s leg, ruining my shorts, you ovulatin’ or something?”

Him calling you that was enough to send you over the edge

“Fuck yes!”

“Yeah? Was that good hm?”

“Oh rafe… that was so good, can we do it again?”

“Well you need to repay me somehow, can’t just leave me high n dry” he smirks, caressing your hips

You giggle into his chest until a thought intrudes

“Wait how do you even know what ovulating is anyway-“

You ask like it’s a inside joke or something, he rolls his eyes.

But you’re cut off by kelces laugh and the door opening

“What the fuck were you two just doing in here?”

A/n: anyway yall this is a safe space pleaseee request literally whateverrr u want i am down for almost anything

[namraniii]

give me cole brookstone dih with a side of Cole brookstone dih LMAOOO okay but seriously i think he’s stressed after a long day of training and just needs you badly in his arms. fluff to soft smut. dry humping… DRY HUMPING 🥹✌️

”ᴄᴏʟᴇ ʙʀᴏᴏᴋꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴅɪʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏʟᴇ ʙʀᴏᴏᴋꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴅɪʜ”

𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍…𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈, 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗍. 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆𝗌.

— 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋 (𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗃𝗈𝗋) 𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗒..

— 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾. 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗀𝗎𝗒, 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

— 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗉, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌.

— 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗇, 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗋. 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄, 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎..𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗅𝖾𝗍’𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒.

— “..’𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒..𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍..𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽..” 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗑𝖾𝗋𝗌.

— “𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒. 𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍..𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗎𝗒’𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝖽𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀.

— 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇, 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽. “𝗀𝗈𝖽..𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄..𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄..𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽..?..𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄..”

— 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾. “𝗁𝖾𝗒..𝗌𝗌𝗁..𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾, 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽..”

— “𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉..𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉..𝖺𝗁𝗁..𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍..” 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖾𝖼𝗁, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄.

— 𝗍𝗁𝖾 “𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄” 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽, 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌.

— 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆. 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗋𝗒𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗂𝗍𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.

— 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾’𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖾. “𝗁𝗆𝗆…𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍?” 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗒, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖼𝗁, 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍. 𝗐𝗈𝗐. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

[b0ysw4g]

yeaaah sorry 😭 degrading me and calling me a freak pervert IS going to make me hump your boot faster

[anothergayboyblogger]

Ooh guy who dryhumps me while I play video games... Guy who finishes in his boxers and makes a stain... guy who forces me to rut into my bed so I cum in my own boxers...

[toxic-embrace]

I am wearing far too much denim right now not to have someone naked and desperate grinding on me. Hump against my thigh and my bulge so the rough texture of my jeans starts to rub you raw (it won't take long). Lean your chest into my jacket so your nipples get inflamed from the slight motion caused by your grinding. Keep going even after you leak so much I feel your wetness on my thigh. Keep going until you're so overstimulated and raw that the slightest brush makes you twitch like I shocked you.

Then try not to scream when I dig my fingers into your hips and start relentlessly pushing you back and forth on my lap.