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❝𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧❞ 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘹 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ❝𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦❞ 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍, 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘍𝘖𝘙𝘛, 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘴, 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘴𝘶𝘣 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺, 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴

❝𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘❞ 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴.. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘪 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘳𝘦4 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺..

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

living through the wall with leon was, well, roughly speaking, unbearable, no matter how many pillows you tried to put on your head to drown out the noise behind the door, and no matter how much you kicked the door to his room, and even if you filed a complaint against him, no one in college seemed to care.

happy studying years in the end were nothing more than sleepless nights and irritation from every unnecessary noise, first because of it your healthy sleep suffers, and then also your reputation in college, because his whisper while he was purring something on the ear of your stupid classmate, was heard throughout the entire audience, and her squeaky giggle caused nothing but a desire to hit her on the head with a book.

of course, kennedy never stood on ceremony with any problems — someone else will do his homework for him, the curfew begins only when he has had enough time on his bike, and no one will punish him for the noise in the room because of his meetings with friends over a joint or a makeout session with one of his peers, all doors are open to him.

you, as a rule, did not come into his field of vision — he did not touch you, you did not touch him, if not fleeting meetings in the middle of the night in a cool corridor, when you stood shaggy and with black circles under your eyes, and he leaned on the doorway in nothing but gray sweatpants, making no attempt to hide his still proud erection as sweat dripped down his forehead, darkening his wheaten hair, his voice a little hoarse, growling — «you wanted something, bun?» sending a shiver down your spine, but you are tired of the endless noise.

— «can you be.. more quiet?» you were going to say confidently, but the voice itself escaped in a strained squeak in response to the strange nickname, causing the blue eyed bastard to have a bright grin instead of the usual rolling of his eyes, and he nods, fleetingly turning to the female whine behind him, calling him in a breathy moan by name, before than he glances at you furtively and, starting to close the door behind him, waves you off — «sure thing, bun)»

and what the hell kind of nickname is this?

at least he really became quieter, it is unknown whether he gagged her mouth or something else, but leon really complied with your request — he became much, much quieter, not only within his room, and there was no longer anything to hate him for, after all, he was silent both in classes and on campus, if only you knew that this was due to the fact that you seemed very, very interesting to him.

leon, in principle, is not interested in much, don’t get me wrong, but what else can a guy like him do when everything falls into his hands? he is wealthy, girls run around his little finger, problems in school and campus bypass him, for his beautiful eyes or for his eloquence, it doesn’t matter, the main thing is that he benefits from it, and his image is already shaky.

but whether this makes him less hot is another question, because no one has ever felt hostility towards him as such, unless of course it’s the ex of another girl who jumped on his dick, because if you didn’t know, then it’s not your fault, is it? and it doesn’t matter that he could have stopped fucking her after this news.

he was a collective image of what many wanted, handsome, sharp facial features that had long lost their childhood fluffiness, thick blond hair framing chiseled cheekbones with its strands and revealing the brightness of blue eyes, he had a strong physique, accumulated over years and aspirations that few people know about, refraining from getting «dirty» with tattoos, but did this apply to piercings? no, that's why he had a little secret on his tongue.

and you would never have known about any of these details if you hadn’t gone to the damn party he was holding in the campus common room, having been invited by friends, you didn’t even want to think too much about how it would all end — whether everyone would be reprimanded, will only those whom дeon has his back avoid it, and how quickly they will kick you out of college, but in general, who gives a fuck, the main idea is to relax, and it doesn’t matter that there will be a lot of alcohol, weed and couples, you’re just going with friends!

avoiding him in a fairly crowded room is not so difficult, especially if you are huddled in one corner with your friends, drinking some beer, slowly chatting about your own plans, exams, until they begin to slowly dissolve, some to other friends, who goes to their boyfriends, and in the end leaves you.. alone, just in the corner with a bottle of beer, isn’t it wonderful? and how many bottles you already drank?

you stand like this for thirty minutes, an hour, your eyes are already slightly double from having drunk too much and your inner thinking responds with a hint to leave this room and go into your dorm, so as not to wake up with a hangover, or something worse, but you don’t have time when a ringing whistle reaches your ears, literally completely from behind, and the head itself turns to the languid baritone — «who's this pretty girl out there, hm? never seen you here before, sweetheart»

sticky words flow from the soft lips of the guy you least wanted to see right now, especially in his slightly amused position, accompanied by reddish eyes and a light gait, his tank top covering almost nothing, showing off his muscular arms and wide figure, you don’t even register how your eyes wander all over his appearance, and he allows it, only teasing, taking a step forward — «what's that, cat got your tongue?»

frowning and softly clearing your throat, you turn your gaze to the side, then again into the blue gaze, absorbed by the gradually expanding dark pupils to give your answer, because the very fact that he didn’t even remember you for some reason irritates, of course he shouldn’t have, you have about zero value for him, but considering how often he kept you up at night, you expected at least a little recognition, so the next words slipped out harshly, tensely — «i'm living in the dorm nearby to yours, kennedy, we talked a couple of times»

leon furrows his light brows, humming, really thinking, at this moment resembling a sort of puppy, before he jerks his head up with a certain glint in his eyes and comes even closer, sliding his hand to place a heavy, warm palm on the very bottom of your back, exclaiming strangely joyful, stretching out into a tickling grin — «ahh, you're right, didn't understand it was you at first, bun, you cleaned up nice, hmm?» as he pushes you forward.

his words are puzzling, it’s not like you really tried hard to dress up, so it sounded strange, but even more puzzling is his gesture and attempt to push you somewhere in the far corner towards the empty sofa, where he, judging by the bottle of whiskey and a shot glass, accompanied by an ashtray in which there was a stewed joint, spent his time, and now he was determined to spend it with you, but without asking if you wanted it — «wait, wh.. where are we going, what are —» he tuts, not annoyed, more jokingly, before seemingly stroking your waist soothingly and muttering — «shh, no need to trash, just wanna talk with you, get to know each other, yk? i need to make amends for annoying you everytime, right?»

but this is something new, to be honest, a wonderful trap for you, cleverly developed by him, not exactly on purpose, no, of course, marijuana mixed with alcohol is responsible for most of his actions at the moment, but it’s not that you don’t interested, oh, you are, and he will very soon let you understand how much, just relax, let him pour you a couple sips of whiskey, hand you his joint, and then let the viscous smoke, burning your eyes to the point of tears, flow from his lips into yours, weaving your tongues together.

it didn’t take long before you found yourself in his room with him, casually stumbling over the threshold, managing to see the posters, his clothes thrown over the back of a chair and a couple of small things before he was already pushing you onto the clean sheets, they smelled of him, faintly giving off a heavy breeze, filling your nostrils with a heavy smell, when his soft, slightly damp lips fall on yours, greedily, with hunger, you are both drunk and high, but you do not resist a single action of his, accepting, allowing the moment to take over the situation.

leon kisses you passionately, clanking his teeth and intertwining tongues, allowing you to feel the cold metal, your lips swell and become warm, acquiring a pink tint, his hands slide over your body, a little calloused, surprising with their tenderness, as if velvety, moving slowly, as if checking and caressing every centimeter of your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps and reddish marks.

in the end, his hands slide to your panties, his touch is light, he tests the territory, rubs against the fabric, feeling the viscous stickiness of your wetness, and chuckles strangely with amusement, vaguely commenting on how wet you already are, while your arousal only burns more, the cotton fabric becomes almost transparent, no matter what color it is — «haha, fuck, so wet for me already, impressive»

your eyebrow jumps and arches like a house, finding yourself in his room, you were expecting something else, less pleasant, obviously sex where he would simply rip off your clothes and start satisfying himself, neglecting your pleasure, but his gentle touches, slurred and hoarse words? what happened to that fuckboy?

one way or another, all thoughts come to naught when he almost hastily takes off your clothes and carelessly throws them aside, only somewhere in the corner of the room a dull sound was heard, allowing you to understand approximately where the stack of fabric fell, after the roughly pulled tank top from him, revealing his slender, toned figure, and a small trace of hair hiding behind the waistband of his jeans.

he eagerly looks at your wet panties, stuck to your folds, causing an unexpected howl, mixed with the usual humor, to escape from his lips, his hand hastily combs his own blond locks back — «shit, so gorgeous, babe, all for me?» hunger fills his eyes as he lowers his head, burying his nose in the crook of your neck, and then peppers your body with kisses, exploring every curve and crevice with his lips, soft, with such a strange tenderness that your head short circuits from his behavior, contrary to his usual, but you don’t want to say anything.

maybe for fear of scaring him off and ruining everything, because maybe it’s all a show, but he’s so careful — he moves deliberately, his lips slide over the skin, leaving behind a trace of warmth and sensations, and his teeth lightly touch your flesh to bite gently, as if wanting to taste, brushing against the softness of your breasts and hardened nipples, even running his tongue over them, but not lingering too long.

leon reaches your waist, his breath hot against your skin as he nuzzles and tickles, blonde strands brushing against your sensitive flesh and strong hands grip your hips, squeezing with possessive force as he continues to move lower, between your legs, like a puppy on smell.

in a timely manner, his kisses and caresses become more and more insistent, but just as neat, his mouth eagerly explores your plush thighs, he sucks and kisses, his tongue teasingly slides over your heated skin, leaving very light marks, but unable to leave it completely clean, and you don’t mind, you love his enthusiasm, practically seeing an puppy ears and cute tail, and the very sight pulls a quiet giggle from your lips.

he tilts his head just like a dummy, tilting it to the side, being completely between your legs, right in front of your still leaking hole, frowning his eyebrows comically and parting his lips after he kisses, playfully, but as if a little offendedly, biting your thigh — «what's so funny?..» and you read his concern, finding a peculiar charm in it, deciding to tease, find a weak point — «nothing, puppy, keep going»

the face opposite you takes a gentle blush at almost cosmic speed and oh, what a beautiful sight it is when his light eyelashes flutter, briefly covering his bright blue eyes before he nervously licks his lips and nods, unable to even find the words, hiding behind the curtain of his silken hair when his face began to fall closer to the most important course of this evening, and you, as if completely and without embarrassment, laid one hand on his head, guiding, even stroking a little.

his tongue trails along the fabric covering your wet cunt, the taste of your arousal fills his mouth, an involuntary growl rumbles deep in his chest, a primal sound of satisfaction more suited to his usual alpha male behavior as he squirms on the sheets, you can't see, but his jeans are already squeezing tightly around his erect cock, slowly leaking precum, forming a stain on his boxers, and how he hopes that you don’t find out about it.

meanwhile, your head falls back, your fingers tangling in his hair, and you submit to the sensations, a little unfamiliar, the touch of the piercing giving new sensations through your body, his hands and fingers tightly squeezing your thighs, providing both support and an unyielding grip as he presses his mouth completely to your clothed pussy, nuzzling it, grumbling contentedly.

leon lets your folds flutter against his eager lips, his tongue working hard to please you and pick up the pace, the cotton fabric becoming a barrier, increasing the friction and teasing your swollen clit, drawing breathy, needy moans from your lips, biting your lip and arching slightly for him, pushing your hips and thrusting into his mouth, definitely causing him to react, aimed not at his pleasure, but yours.

his fingers deftly remove your panties, his aquamarine eyes focused on the wet spot and slick threads of arousal clinging to the fabric, but wasting no time, he tosses them aside without a second thought.

leon's attention is focused solely on the treasure that lies between your slippery pussy lips, moaning with need and satisfaction, his tongue caresses your cunt in wide strokes, and his nose bumps your throbbing clit, creating additional stimulation that sends a shiver down your spine.

the taste of your sweet juices envelops his tongue, driving him into a frenzy of desire, and he is tireless in his services, his tongue outlines every inch of your tender folds, trying to bring you to the point of pleasure and beyond, using everything he has with him, everything his whole face and his hands.

continuing to mercilessly attack your slick folds, his movements become more passionate, more assertive as you tighten his grip on his hair between your fingers, moving it away from his face, and he openly enjoys the taste of your arousal, a mixture of pleasure and pure needines coming from your increased moans and whining, when he himself practically moans, mumbling something — «mmghm, taste s'good, fuch»

helping himself with his hand, he lets go of one of your legs, letting it fall onto his broad shoulder, curling on his back, and his fingers deftly pass between your folds, spreading them, giving his tongue access to your tight hole, the feeling of his muscle sliding inside you, fucking you in a rhythm that matches the trembling of your legs, filling the room.

he continues to stimulate your clit, his thumb applying the necessary pressure, gradually bringing you closer to the edge, the wet, squelching sounds of his tongue plunging in and out of your wet cunt fills your ears and space, but you're already far enough away to listen, just mumbling and babbling, supporting his movements, squeezing his strands, fleetingly fidgeting with your hips to press into his mouth more actively — «ye.. yyees, good — hmmn.. boy!»

your sweet, moaning words of praise fuel leon's persistence, his movements become more and more insistent, he bobs his head up and down, his tongue and metal ball slides inside your wet hole with an inexorable rhythm, the tip twists to hit the right spot in rhythm, while he tries to suck your clit, his finger continues its exploration instead of his tongue, running along your wet folds and sliding into your tight hole, carefully, curling to feel your spongy spot and thrust against it.

the sensation sends waves of pleasure through your body, making you gasp and shudder, your walls clenching around his digit, squeezing him tightly as the pleasure builds inside you, and he reacts to your vice grip, sucking harder on your clit, flicking the throbbing bud with the tip of his tongue, the movement of his finger immediately speeds up.

the combination of his skillful tongue and the teasing pressure of leon's fingers pushes you closer to the edge, your moans growing louder, mixing with the wet sounds of his mouth working on your sensitive flesh, slurping and letting the sweet juices flow down his lips and chin, picking up the wave of sensations, fidgeting with his hips against the sheets and humping, sending goosebumps through himself from the friction of his clothed erection.

his movements continue, his second finger joins and slides deeper into you, stretching you to accept his invasion, he feels your grip on his finger as he pump and thrust, targeting your sensitive g spot with quick precision, and at the same moment he continues to focus his attention on your swollen clit, his tongue sliding and sucking with fervor.

your stimulated whimpers and your tight grip on his hair only fuel his desire even more, his hips involuntarily shaking, leon rubs his clothed erection against the sheets, and this friction adds an extra layer of pleasure to his wanton moans into your wetness — «mmhrm, good.. so good, s'tasty»

he gets lost in the sweet confines of your pussy, enjoying the taste and the soft, sucking in texture that surrounds him, the wet sounds of his fingers and his mouth working on your increasingly sensitive cunt as it clenches tighter around his fingers, slowly bringing you to the edge, forcing to groan, bending in an arc — «fuck! don't stop, kennedy, i'm — hhngh — gonna cum!»

he wouldn't stop no matter what, because he feels your walls squeezing like a vice, squeezing his fingers, and he responds by curling and opening his digits like a scissors, rubbing against your warm, wet walls, making your pussy squelch with every movement.

he hastily removes his fingers from your pussy, taking their place with his tongue, the pink muscle curls and teases your spongy spot, causing a shiver of pleasure to run through your body, you arch deep, your legs wrapping around his shoulders and you press him closer, riding the waves of impending orgasm — «yess, yesyesyes, lee.. leon!»

your body tenses, a literal cry of pleasure mixed with his name echoes through the room with a deep moan, and leon’s tongue continues its relentless attack, flicking and writhing inside you, pushing you to lose your head completely, and the intensity, the warmth in the lower abdomen increases, reaching its peak when you give in to the powerful release that hits you in a blissful wave, pressing his face deeper between your legs.

he experiences the waves of your orgasm, feeling your tightness squeeze around his tongue, your slippery creamy juices fill his mouth, and he swallows them, slurping, enjoying the taste of your orgasm, drinking it all greedily and hungry, cleaning out every drop and literally rolling up his eyes.

as you tremble in a post orgasmic state, raw and exposed, he moves away from your throbbing cunt and rises to his knees, the mattress sagging under his weight as he takes a moment to clean his chin and lips with his tongue and palm, his eyes fixed on you while you catch your breath with deep sighs and heaving chests, still with your legs spread.

blue eyes watch the way your cunt clench and unclench, testifying to the intense pleasure you just experienced, and you slowly lower your head, catching his puppy dog look, and what's more, painfully erected clothed cock, so much so that a stain has already formed on top of his jeans, escaping his boxers, causing words from your lips that make him wag his imaginary tail and whine «yes, owner» with his gaze, and you think about what’s happening with your changed attitude towards him — «one more?»

oh, of course he agrees, he is literally hooked, although the original plan was different, no? ‹𝟹

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