#freaky soap

[prettybird-ie]

ghost was plain nasty with his bird.

groping your thighs just beneath the cut of your lawlessly short skirt. begging you to wear those lower dip tops he splurged on, always with the notion youd be able to show off the best of the purple bruises around your chest.

feeling you up for the entire bar to see, sultry brown irises darkening a shade as he hears your breathing shift. it was nice he invited the rest of the team for a little more. least he couldve done, who would he be to send them home with aching tension?

yanking you by the scalp and pushing the middle of your back into the nastiest arch they had ever seen. moving to grip your jaw, holding it open as saliva ran down your chin and eyes rolled into the high sky.

licking up your maw, other paw circling your clit as each drive home made your throat a little scratchier. burn more vivid.

kyle gripped himself, legs twitching from self overstimulation. johnny grunting into your panties he snagged when ghost tossed them. price gripping your dresser with blunt nails, sweat slick and creating equally as wet noises as that around him.

touching was for simon alone. but looking? he could share a little.

[prettybird-ie]

john mactavish was not known through various bases for his dominating size. who looks to be a giant of a man suddenly becomes dwarfed by the choking bulk that was ghost, the sturdiness overheld by price, the shadow gazs frame would cast above soap.

but oh, if johnny did not have an infatuation with the nastiest size comparison to you. on his own, his stature was abundantly clear to everyone within radius. thick shoulders filling the door frames of your apartment, slinking through the halls far more silently than given. using his giant hands to capture your hips, thick fingers guiding you towards the back of the apartment where your bedroom resides.

it was nothing but filth the way he buried you whole with his muscle alone. beefy and thick arms caging you beneath him, keeping you from wrangling too far off from the fun. hed use his biceps as leverage, one across your sweaty chest to keep you pinned, scottish guilds whispered in your ear with heated breaths of his.

sweetly thick muscular thighs made ravenous by his use. the brute of them pushed up against you, slamming against your own to drive you forwards. pushing you around without room for opinions, his thighs nudging you where he so pleased.

pecs pushed against your back. individual sweat slick mixing into a grotesque mix from the two of you. the slim layer of fat on his stomach, covered with hair and heaving against you with each shove that drove forward.