@wavesborn // te mando esto por que me sale de lo que viene siendo tol chichi
that’s it , she’s after him again , a vicious cycle - it doesn’t matter how she’s ended up in his room - it’s a blur really , him calling her niñata , her calling him gilipollas - tension and temperature rising , until one of them popped the bubble - and now they’re in his room , she’s straddling his waste nails dragging down his chiselled chest , digging into his hips as the femme undid his belt. “ dime que quieres . . . ”she’s leaning down as digits undid the zipper of his jeans , teeth sinking into the plump of her bottom lip as she looked at him , but then something catches her attention , hand palming his member through his boxers , a pair of scissors laying on the night stand - and there’s this particular glimmer in her eyes , or maybe the fact that the corners of her lips twitch that gives away the fact that she’s had an idea. “ i’ll do whatever you want me to . . . ” alejandra whispers as she leans down , presses a kiss to his lips - attempts to distract him as she reached for the scissors , and then she’s pulled back , blade against his neck - soft low chuckle parting her lips , and she rolls her hips down against his , her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “ never mind . . . anton yo creo que voy a hacer lo que yo quiera . . . ¿¿ vale , bebé ?? ”
