Jul 19
Sundress szn or better known as “no panties, EZ access”
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Sundress szn or better known as “no panties, EZ access”
Started calling his baby momma ‘Mommy’ as a joke but I don’t think it’s a joke anymore. 🤓
The only thing keeping Mitch from celibacy is that he is really good at what he does. His personality is 0/10 and he has no trouble kicking someone out of his house or leaving if he splits and decides he’s bored or done. He just gives great head and actually will put in the extra effort to make sure his partner finishes too.
Mitch hits a new low today: texting his girlfriend he wants to break up right before hooking up with someone else. Then texting her again to say he didn’t mean it and was drunk…
₊˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹ ₊˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹ mitch being the whore under the cut ₊˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹ ₊˚⊹౨ৎ ₊˚⊹
Grinding on Mitch’s thigh is dangerous because he may just force his partner to finish that way. While in a very specific mood, he can be the most aggravating little shit in the world. Not quite angry, because he’ll just fucking leave if he’s pissed at someone, but if he’s bored or feels mildly irked, he has no problem watching someone beg for him while getting off on his thigh.
Their body is his to desecrate. Like Lucifer tempted Lilith, his touch is deceptively devoted in the beginning. A soft caress which diverts his attention from his phone or the tv onto their body, gaze as hot as his palm is guiding their legs on either side of his thigh. A shift in the air stifles the calm in a quick death. Maybe he mutters something sweet, he doesn’t know nor remember, for everything he says is a fickle piece of bait dangled in front of them until he can sink his teeth inside their throat and stake his claim. Sin stains his fingers exploring the soft curves of their body, lips attached to their neck with purpose. Rarely does he ever leave marks to be remembered by, the evidence of his ruin shown in the way they walk the next day (or the ache in their chest from a cruel departure). He promises a good time, no matter how brief, muttering the oath between kisses with the assured demand to show him how much they want him.
He may be dominant, but he will whimper your name between your legs if you ask nicely.