#filthymcuth

[repentedsins]

timid fingers touching at the book in front of them, lump in their throat. wondering what to say as they're seated across from the gentleman -- clergyman, they should add in. of course, demetria's trying to keep calm, nonetheless, contemplating careful words. " to what --- do i owe this visit? " they're letting out, fingers fiddling with each other, as a sigh slips out of their mouth, eyes studying the other. " did i do something wrong in bible study today? " question floating in their mind -- shifting in their seat.

ft. @filthymcuth​

[thesongbiird-blog]

"I can tell you're wet; you're squirming."

desperate eyes meet his in a silent plea. it’sbeen what feels like hours of teasing and torture and she doesn’t know how much moreshe can take. she certainly isn’t shy anymore, little whimpers and gasps and moans are flowing freely from her lips as he teases her.

‘ i h a t e you. ‘

[thesongbiird-blog]

"C'mere, baby girl. It's been a long day and I'm hurting to push up inside you."

‘ i don’t know, i’m a little busy. whydon’t we wait a while? ‘

it’s not often that she gets to be theboss but she loves to tease him whenshe can.