give me cole brookstone dih with a side of Cole brookstone dih LMAOOO okay but seriously i think he’s stressed after a long day of training and just needs you badly in his arms. fluff to soft smut. dry humping… DRY HUMPING 🥹✌️
”ᴄᴏʟᴇ ʙʀᴏᴏᴋꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴅɪʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏʟᴇ ʙʀᴏᴏᴋꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴅɪʜ”
𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍…𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈, 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗍. 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆𝗌.
— 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗋 (𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗃𝗈𝗋) 𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗒..
— 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾. 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗀𝗎𝗒, 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.
— 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗉, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌.
— 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗇, 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗋. 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄, 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎..𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗅𝖾𝗍’𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒.
— “..’𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒..𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍..𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽..” 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗀𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗑𝖾𝗋𝗌.
— “𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒. 𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍..𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗎𝗒’𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝖽𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀.
— 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇, 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽. “𝗀𝗈𝖽..𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄..𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄..𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽..?..𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄..”
— 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗒𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾. “𝗁𝖾𝗒..𝗌𝗌𝗁..𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾, 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽..”
— “𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉..𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉..𝖺𝗁𝗁..𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍..” 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖾𝖼𝗁, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄.
— 𝗍𝗁𝖾 “𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄” 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽, 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌.
— 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖺𝗌𝗆. 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝗋𝗒𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗂𝗍𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.
— 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾’𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗀𝖾. “𝗁𝗆𝗆…𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍?” 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗒, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖼𝗁, 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍. 𝗐𝗈𝗐. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆.