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I’m thinking about getting dolled up for a Christmas party with friends, a cute little skirt and sweater combo perhaps. Eddie’s been jokingly running his mouth about how you’re the one who didn’t want to be late, jacket on and keys in hand by the front door for the last few minutes, but when he sees you, sees the way the skirt brushes your thighs, how your legs are wrapped in black pantyhose, he drops his keys, drops to his knees too.
His hands run carefully up your legs, careful not to snag the nylon with his rings, and his head finds its way home beneath the pleats of your skirt. And then you’re bent over the back of the sofa, tights around your ankles and panties pushed down with Eddie still on his knees for you until you’re begging, trying so hard to not let your mascara run when all you need is the solid stretch of him inside you now.
You can almost feel the curve of his smile against you, his wicked tongue soaked with you. The scent of your body lotion will cling to him all night, and the extra musk of you that will haunt him until you’re home again. His masochistic little heart kinda loves the ache of his hardness trapped in his pants as his worships you with his mouth, the way you beg for him his far too sweet. He considers making you wait, making both of you wait, until you’re home. Eddie’s already unbuckling his belt before he realises that his body has overridden his brain. Too mesmerised by the way you glisten for him beneath your pushed-up skirt.
He teases a little more, sliding himself through your soaked folds as he plays at contemplating whether you deserve it (whether he deserves you). Your mascara is definitely fucked when he pushes in, pulled in by your gravity. It’s quick and hard like you begged for, but the way he holds your hand as the other leaves bruises in the shape of his fingers on your hip, betrays his whispers about being so needy, so slutty for him.
You are most definitely late to the party. Mascara fixed, tights adjusted without any snags or ladders, and Eddie’s come drenching your underwear.
- your bang average babe (i think i fell into a horny trance)
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD MORNING TOOOO MEEEEEEEEE 🥵🥵🥵
Damn, ames, you know how to treat a lady 😏
Something about him debating making you wait until he realizes his body has already made the decision for him?? 🫠 Hot. Omg so hot…
