Pls gimme sth with nolan patrick - i'll take anything, that man spends way to much time on my mind
The curl of a lower lip.
The exhale after taking a hit off of a bong.
Long legs, spread out lasciviously, daring you to look at what was between.
You resisted, for a bit, that good girl conditioning earring with a strong need to see what could be.
As you surrendered, curling in his lap, your hands tugging hair as he whispered filthy words in your ears, you felt ever ounce of control slip from your grasp. When words turned into actions, you wondered, how could you have resisted for so long?
















