currently thinking about Enjin and his ridiculously large hands.
Long, thick fingers, and palms filled with callouses he gained from years of labor. Though the black nail polish doesn't seem to last long before it grows chipped because of his rowdy daily life, he still likes to maintain his nails clean and trimmed. Why, one may wonder? Because he takes pride in his hands.
With them he holds his baby Umbreaker, catches a certain ill-mannered runt before he runs off to cause trouble, enjoys the feeling of the leather of the stirring wheel when driving and of course, pump his fingers deep inside your pussy until you mewl out for him in that delicious way you do.
What type of ladies man would he be if he didn't do that much at least? After all, his hands are there to help and please.
"You like it here?" He smiled, his dimples making an appearance on that cocky face of his that made you want to slap it right off. You don't get to however, because your own hands are too busy gripping the car seat to hold your body up while those thick, adept fingers pumped deep inside you, depraved and wet sounds of slapping mixing with your moans as he hit your descending cervix for the nth time already, his palm dripping from the small pool of your juices that squirted all over him.
"I'll take that as a yes." The clear smugness in his voice was beyond infuriating, his fingers curling as if he was trying to scrape off every last orgasm dripping out of your messy little cunt, his other hand mercilessly thumbing your clit, those callouses rubbing against the swollen bud before slowly rubbing it in circles between the pads of his fingers and dragging another lovely cry from you.
Enjin takes great pride in his hands, especially when they're on your body.
