this.. frank saying it about robby the first time u sleep together..
STOP RIGHT THERE 🤚🤚🤚🤚🤚 DOES MY SANITY NOT MATTER AT ALL TO YOU????
Frank comes back into the bedroom with a bottle of lube and smiles at the way you're cowering on the bed. You think you're being subtle, he's sure, but there's no hiding the way you curl into yourself, nails being bitten raw, with your eyes locked on the big bulge inside Robby's briefs. Frank knows his girl though, so he doesn't miss the way your thighs are squeezed together.
"Don't gotta stare her down, man" he quips, sliding onto the bed behind you to lean against the headboard. The words aren't even fully out of his mouth before you're moving towards him, crawling to kneel between his legs, your back to his. Frank laughs and rubs his hands up n down your arms, kissing at your shoulder. "Relax, baby," he says just to you before looking to Robby, "I don't think you're helping."
Robby hums from the foot of the bed, giving you his best attempt at a comforting smile. "Don't have to be scared, honey." It's twisted the way it works, those big brown eyes of his. "Not gonna do anything you don't wanna do."
"I want it," you murmur after a moment, leaning back against Frank like you're hoping he can take the embarrassment from you. "S'just..." your eyes drop back down to the bulge.
"Just?" Robby asks, and he's a sick perverted man for the way his dick twitches at the hesitancy in your eyes.
"Big."
Robby's smile widens while Frank scoffs, squeezing at your sides. "Wow, thanks, baby."
"Noo," you whine, turning to him with a pout, "you know what I mean, you know I never—" you glance at Robby, shy, then back at Frank. "You know I'm used to you."
Frank knows, of course he does, and he's only trying to distract you from your nerves. He knows you hadn't been with anyone before he fucked you for the first time. You'd had a similar reaction then - all wide eyes, mouth gaping like his dick was extraterrestrial. Frank knows what he does to you, knows not even a bigger dick can get you fucked out the way he can. Because he knows you. You're his girl.
He laughs again to soothe your worries and kisses your cheek, once twice three times. "We'll get you ready, you know I got you."
He moves you around so you're sitting now, resting all your weight back against him with your legs over his, spread wide open for the older man now kneeling on the bed. "Fuck," he groans, eyeing the little wet spot already growing on your panties. He gabs at his dick, squeezes so he doesn't cum like a fucking teenager. Robby moves towards you, traces his finger over your frilly lace waistband "You gonna let me see her, honey?"
You nod, and then your panties are slid down your legs. Robby takes a second to thumb at the wetness, brings it to his nose. Sniffs.
You mewl at the sight, wriggling and whining when Frank's legs refuse to let you rub your thighs together. Your boyfriend laughs against your ear, not even the slightest bit moved. "Open up, puppy, let him see."
When you hesitate too long Frank does it for you. His hands slide under your knees so your legs are spread wide open. Your hands fly to your face, half covering it half intrigued in what they'll do to you next. You flinch when Robby's finger ghosts over the curls that frame your cunt then down the seam of your lips. "No need to be shy. You know you got the prettiest pussy, don't I tell you enough?" Frank noses at your neck, kisses you there. "Huh? Don't I?"
By the time Robby slides down his briefs you're already dripping onto the sheets. His cock bobs up and down, hard and leaking. It's big.
Where Frank's is long and curved just right, Robby's is long and girthy. There's a heaviness to it, a weight that you think might split you wide open.
The men are unperturbed - if anything, every second you stare and pout, with your glassy eyes and toes curling nervously in your socks, they get closer to coming untouched.
Robby shuffles closer, slaps his cock on your slit with a wet tap. You flinch with it, then start squirming when you realize his tip reaches almost to your belly button. "It won't fit," you whimper, nails digging into Frank's legs. "It won't, s'too big. I can't—"
Frank coos from behind you, "I know, baby, s'scary, isn't it?" He nods along with you, kisses your wet cheek. "But it'll fit, honey. I promise." His hand slides down your front and swipes at your clit, gives it a sweet little rub. "We'll make sure it does."
Don’t you hate it when you’re having a horrible weekend and the only good thing that happened is that your ex teammate gets a podium after all the bad luck he’s been having so you make sure to ask about him on the radio after the race and you congratulate him in parc ferme and then you tell the media that you always travel together and then when you get on the plane there is a storm and you’re diverted and land in the middle of Italy and then you have to rent a van and your ex teammate is driving you in the middle of the night through Italy at 200kph to take you back home and you film him while giggling and joking and post it on Instagram for your 20+ million followers like you’re in a real life romcom? Happened to my good buddy Charles Leclerc
Patia Por’co staring down her end and deciding “All the knowledge of the world means nothing if it dies with you”. Sending it off into the world hoping against hope it will reach its target, resting her hopes on the next generation. “It’s all on you smart girl”. And it Did reach her, and when the time came Maya ensured it was passed on, impressed upon the next holder the importance of it and this continued despite constant attempts to destroy it, because hundreds of years ago, a woman decided in her final hours that she would do what she could to keep history alive so future generations could learn from it and hopefully. Hopefully. They could continue the work despite the end of an age.
