unspoken.

reply sideblog for unsatisficd. limited access to formatting/post cutting.

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reply sideblog for @unsatisficd // low activity, limited formatting. available on discord. ( guide. muses. faces. kinks. wanted plots. visual inspo. opens. ) — sometimes mobile restricted and unable to cut posts.

[c0meinside]

gabriel wasn't sure what he'd done in a past life to get lucky enough in this one to find a woman like eleanor, but he wasn't about to question it. his business practices had always been...questionable. but this right here was the best part. grinning, his eyes shimmering with pride and lust and longing, gabriel sipped his champagne and let his eyes wonder from his girlfriend's beautiful body to the men watching her with such desire. he loved to watch the men's reaction, to see that envy in their eyes, the excitement when they realized that they'd actually get to touch her. just one night, he'd think to himself. he'd rent her body out for one night to the special few he wished to impress. but she came home with him. "she's stunning, isn't she?" he brags to the businessmen. "well, go ahead. touch her. i know you want to." he winked, nodding toward the obvious tent in each man's dress pants.

the men hesitated at first, but slowly one stood and approached the bed, grabbing a handful of eleanor's right breast. he moaned at the softness, rolled his thumb over her nipple. a second man followed, downing the rest of his drink in one sip so he could have both hands at the read, letting them slide down to eleanor's hips. "feel her cunt," gabriel urged the men. "feel how soft she is." to demonstrate, he reached between eleanor's legs and unceremoniously pushed a thick digit inside her. "like velvet. and tight as a virgin." when he pulled his fingers away, he pressed them to eleanor's mouth to clean off her own juices.

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THE FILTH OF EACH MAN’S THOUGHTS REACHES THEIR EYES. eleanor watches it happen, wonder and appreciation shifting into something dark and urgent as every perverted craving had become a tangible possibility right in front of their very eyes. gabriel had given these men a fantasy and it was nell’s responsibility to deliver on his promise. one man is rubbing lewdly at the front of his pants, grunting as he begins to pleasure himself and the sound is so raw and animalistic, eleanor’s pussy drools desperately in response. she quickens her fingers as the men approach, her breath coming in soft, short pants. once the first man touches her, the floodgates are open and there are too many hands for eleanor to keep track. she finds him in the center of it all, her lust blown eyes seeking his approval as the businessmen grope and pinch at their reward. gabriel pumps his finger into her so matter of factly, a careless demonstration of his assets that leaves eleanor squirming in frustration. when he presses his fingers into her mouth nell’s obedience is immediate, hungrily licking up her own taste. another man has replaced gabriel between her legs, fucking his thick fingers into her cunt with a loud squelch as two other men swat and slap at her breasts, tugging at sensitive pebbled nipples to make her yelp. still, she preens under gabriel’s praise, every compliment making her heart swell with delight. tight, soft, sweet. juice drips from her pussy, slick with anticipation of what was to come. she won’t speak to the men without explicit permission, leaving her unable to voice her need. her eyes wordlessly plead for more. anything more substantial than their exploratory touches. the sloppy digits pumping into her core miss every sensitive spot but she still moans prettily around the fingers in her mouth, performing for her audience.

[unrxveled]

The fact that Cassie enjoyed casual risky sex made this even more of a delight. There were no anxieties about getting caught rather she was more concerned about pleasing Ashton. When she feels him get even harder before sinking down into the seat she grins with delight knowing she was having a positive effect on him. Yet just touching him wasn't going to be enough on her end. The temptation to get on her knees and take him into her mouth was intensifying by the second. As her eyes stay on the screen she recognizes this moment from the trailer, aware there is a massive explosion at the climax of it. With a grin she uses that time to make her move, quickly replacing her hand with her mother. The carpeted floor isn't very comfortable but she can ignore it as her eyes catch the older man's expression in the light flickering off the movie screen.

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IT’S WORTH THE WAIT, when ashton finally drops his gaze from the screen and allows himself a few uninterrupted moments to appreciate the sight of her stroking him off, already certain he’d be revisiting the memory of her pretty fingers gliding along his considerable length, slick bubbles of spit trailing along his veiny shaft if he found himself alone and in need. this would have been enough for him, letting her tease him for the duration of the movie, giving him a little extra entertainment for the rest of the show. he doesn't expect this, a flurry of movement hidden in an explosive action sequences that fills the theatre with noise as the lighting flashes into darkness. when things settle, she's on her knees between his thighs, mouth wrapped prettily aorund the head of his cock and he can't help his groan of surprise and pleasure. grimacing, ashton bites his tongue as he threads his fingers into the woman's hair and gives her a gentle nudge down his length. "you're something else." he breaths, eyes lifting to check if they had drawn any attention.

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@unsatisficd liked for a starter: based on this and this (eleanor)

dressed to the nines in an expensive suit and tie, gabriel led his clients up to the hotel room where he had promised an incentive for signing a deal with his company. there, waiting face down on the bed was his perfect little girlfriend, right where he'd left her. "here you are," he said proudly to the three men who'd followed him inside. "she's all yours. consider it a token of my good will." he ran his hand possessively over eleanor's upturned ass. "sit, go ahead." he told the men, reaching for a bottle of champagne they could toast with. while he poured the glasses and the men took their seats on the couch across from the bed, gabriel ordered the woman, "sit up now, sweetheart. show them how eager that pretty little pussy is for their attention. get yourself nice and wet." he pressed a kiss to the top of her head reassuringly, his mannerisms sweet and loving and quite in contrast to the fact that he was offering her body up to three strangers for the sake of his career.

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HER CHEEK PRESSED AGAINST THE CRISP, WHITE SHEETS, facing away from the door, eleanor can't see the men enter. she can only hear them, the thick, high pile carpet of the hotel suite dulling the footsteps as multiple pairs of polished dress shoes drew closer to the bed. a hand tracing the curve of her ass makes her tense in surprise, hips twitching in the air until she relaxes at gabriel's familiar low voice. her boyfriend has demonstrated his charity like this before, graciously sharing his pretty young girlfriend with a married colleague who hated his wife, or as an apology to childhood friend he had forgotten a birthday gift for. but never like this, multiple men- multiple strangers- circling her like a prey animal, a thought that makes her pussy ache with want. "yes, daddy." nell moves fluidly from one position to the next, until she's positioned where he wants. perched at the edge of the mattress, eleanor takes her first look at the three men opposite her on the couch, meeting the gaze of the man in the middle as she sinks three fingers into her open mouth, letting her drool pool around her slender digits. she uses her free hand to draw the damp silk of her panties to the side, exposing a bare and glistening cunt. "i got so wet waiting for you." nell murmurs, working spit covered fingers in slow, lazy circles against her clit as her cheeks grow pink and flushed from their watching eyes. "i want your friends to see what a good girl i am for you."

[smiitten]

there is no denying it. mason is absolutely addicted to her; her body, her words, the way that she feels. he can't get enough of it. it's why whenever they end up with their clothes off, there is nothing more important than making sure she feels pleasure unlike any other. so feeling her walls clenching around his cock as she cascades into orgasm is the best pleasure imaginable. moaning in pleasure as both hands dive to grab at her waist, tugging her back towards him as he feels his own orgasm on the verge. every impact of his hips with her ass drew his cock all the way inside of her. " god, this pussy is so wet. you feel so fucking good, i'm gonna--- " mason moans as he feels that buzzing low in the pit of his stomach. there is nothing that can prevent what comes neck, cock twitching inside of her as he pumps his seed deep inside of her. hips don't stop as he pounds his length inside of her, fucking his cum as deep as his girth could reach.

as his orgasm wound to a stop, mason tugs andrea near him, keeping himself sheathed inside of her. lips find the curve of her neck and he places a few gentle kisses at the familiar flesh there. hands move over her midsection and fingers splay out as he holds her closer to him. breathing ragged and still taxed from all that exertion. a hum leaves his lips and a bit of a smirk eases across his face. " you know exactly how to get me worked up, andi. i don't know how i ever keep my hands off you, " mason admitted with a laugh, still buzzing from the pleasure he felt wash over him. he doesn't take his hands off her until he's certain andrea is able to hold herself up after how rough they were with one another. " wanna get a shower and order some chow? "

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THE END OF HER ORGASM MEETS THE BEGINNING OF HIS, no respite from the snapping thrust of his hips as they drive him deep into her sensitive walls. the sweet pain slices through the pleasurable pink fog of her climax, making her groan in response each time his thick cock tests her inner limits. the feeling is unmatched, unlike anything another man had given her. taken to the height of satisfaction over and over on his mouth and cock, mason had claimed her physically as completely as he had emotionally. the consequences of them being caught together could be catastrophic for andy, but she came back to mason every time, the need to be with him overriding her remaining shreds of self preservation. “yes, yes. can you feel it, papi? how full you’re making me.” hilted all the way inside, her ass pulled flush to his hips with each thrust, there was nowhere for his cum to go as he gave her every drop. each hot spurt exploded against her tight walls, messily fucked deep into her cunt until a creamy trail of his seed and her juices leaked from swollen lips and dripped along her shaking thighs. when mason finally stills, he brings them to rest still connected. her hips ache, suddenly feeling the deep stretch of being split open on his girth and the delicious soreness settling into her muscles. andrea can feel the soft spots on her hips and breasts, where she’ll wake tomorrow with fingerprint bruises marking each place he held her. each breath moves his chest against her, and andrea listens to the tired rasp of each breath in her ear with satisfaction, pulses thudding in unison. andrea tests her weight gingerly, trusting her unsteady legs and his solid grasp on her middle enough to turn around in his arms, bringing them face to face. “you better figure it out, papi.” andy is teasing him, taking the time to kiss him slow and sweet before she continues speaking. “when this case is over, i expect to be taken out. and not arrested for public indecency at dinner.” but for now, she’d settle for a shower and delivery. “order from the same place as last time? i liked that spicy dish you got.” she kisses him again, lingering against his mouth as if it takes great effort to step away from him. “i’ll start the shower.”

[smiitten]

she wasn't even remotely pensive about giving complete control of her body over to a succubus and that was truly a surprise. typically, the partners she claims have some hesitation about falling into a bed with a demon, but nell seemed eager, even needy for this. perhaps, the power that would come after sealing their deal was that valuable to her, that she'd give over anything if it meant getting what she wanted from her. either way, fallon was certain that the sounds of her moaning would be absolutely decadent. hands get a bit more demanding in the way she handled the witchling's body, fingers kneading into the soft flesh of supple breasts as she fills herself sinking deeper inside of her. all the while, her length was growing harder, thick as it slipped inside of her slick. " such a bold claim. but i know you'll moan pretty for me, pet. they all do. "

and then with a snap, she slammed her hips forward and made sure to completely fill the woman with every inch of her length. a pleased sounding moan leaves her lips when she feels herself bottomed out, stretching the other woman without even a little bit of her removed from the witch. the sound she lets out is pleased and tinged with a hint of darkness, a growl that wasn't exactly human. and then it started. her hips started to move with more force than is likely appropriate for just beginning between the two of them. fallon picks up the pace and begins driving her hips towards the round ass of nell, slipping and sliding inside of her and making the most lewd noise imaginable. harsh and forceful, she places a hand on the small of her back and forces her her body to bend at the waist, before hands are grabbing her just above her hips to tug nell back to meet every thrust.

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THE WITCHES OF HER COVEN HAD PRACTICED THIS EXCHANGE OF POWER FOR CENTURIES. the practice had begun to die along side the power of her line, less and less of her sisterhood devoting themselves to their craft. but the reverence remains, raised in awe of the succubi who possessed such great magic. hierarchy demands that eleanor submits and she obeys without question. it comes to the young woman naturally, melting without complaint under the other woman’s demanding touch. all nell can feel is desire. her own need for pleasure, and beneath her desperation, a undercurrent that demands she serves the whims of fallon’s desires as well. it’s more than nell can take with ease. even with her abundant slickness, her wet walls have to stretch around each thick inch that pushes into her heat. fallon is so large, and just as she promised, nell’s mouth falls open to let out a strangled, whimpering moan as the demon slowly seats herself entirely inside of her. it’s so much and eleanor feels so full, rounded tip of her cock pressing deep within her. it feels like she’s taken everything she can and so she can’t help but cry out when a hard thrust snaps fallon’s hip against her full ass, the last of the demon’s cock vanishing into her needy entrance. she knows better than to complain, even as her vision blurs as watery tears threaten to spill. not when she’s getting everything she asked for, and swore she could take. the pace is rough and unforgiving, no grace given to the witch to adjust for the greater being. instead, fallon shapes nell around her, full length stretching her walls to take her girth. nell can’t think like this, soft pink mouth gaping open as she pants in time with each brutal thrust. all she can do is feel, pain and pleasure dancing together in the pit of her stomach, oscillating between the two until she can no longer tell them apart and heat coils in her core. bent in half and swaying like a doll as fallon uses her, nell struggles to speak. “please, please. use me. yes! yes, just like that. i want to feel so good for you.” nell is babbling, blue gaze glassy with lust. her breasts sway with each thrust and she grabs for one with a shaky hand, pinching her own nipple hard enough that she clenches down around fallon’s cock, hips rocking back as best as she can to meet the woman’s thrusts.

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closed starter for @honeyhushed

THERE'S A CHALLENGE IN HER WORDS. leo can read it clear as newsprint in the mocking jab about her housecoat, a trap that's allowed to be brazenly visible because leo has no choice but to trigger it. he holds her gaze, going through the motions of weighing his options despite already making his decision. finally, he moves. the corners of his mouth twitch in forced amusement, eyes steady on her glowing face as he strips off each damp layer. he moves slow and methodical, even as the chill settling into his bones screams at him for urgency, shrugging off his rain drenched jacket before peeling his shirt from his skin, saturated fabric clinging to the ridges of his chest and leaving behind a damp sheen on his dark skin. the shirt might have been blue at the start of the day but now it's nearly black from all the water it holds, and his stiff fingers move to his jeans, discarding the rough denim with relief until he's left in nothing but his brief, tight boxer cut exposing more thick thigh than they covered. leo dances his fingers to the elastic waist, hooking a finger into the band before he shifts, hands dropping to relax at his sides. "think i can manage like this." he collects the clothes, hands lingering as leo passes them over to the blonde. "where do you want me to wait? i won't interrupt..whatever it is you were doing."

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dealing with some personal stuff that's making writing difficult atm but i did want to pop a note here and say i'm still so here for all my ongoing threads and thank u everyone for your patience!!

[lustfooled]

his hunger for her was overwhelming, so much so he couldn't possibly hide it. at least not now, with his body exposed to her, his cock hard in his hand, his fingertips working desperately along his length at the mere thought of her. his fingers squeeze around himself as she speaks, as she remains so close to him...yet not quite close enough. each subtle touch she delivers only makes his desperation grow. his hips rock up into his hand, watching her with eyes filled with dark desire. a shiver rushes right through his frame as she speaks, the words enough to paint a pretty picture inside of his mind. his chest rises and falls visibly, biting down into his bottom lip. "oh, fuck, charlie." he whispered it, but the edge of a groan in his voice is easy enough to hear. he's practically drooling over the thought of her, wanting to reach out and touch her, to give into every desire. he was being a good boy, though, and he'd remain exactly that.

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SHE MELTS FOR HER NAME ON HIS TONGUE, the way his mouth shapes it into a groan sending a shudder along her spine. it’s maddeningly sexy, each wordless display of his desire heightened by his white knuckled restraint. charlotte can feel him threading the line, leashed by his own obedience. the rush of power is a small thrill, bubbling through her veins until it fizzes up to her brain and leaves her lightheaded and giddy. charlie is smiling against his skin, lips against his neck. “where do you want to cum, my love?” her words are sweet and gentle, syrupy innocence in contrast to her hand that slips lower down his torso, brushing against his rhythmic arm as her fingers snake between his legs. “right here, like this?” the question is punctuated with a long pause, charlie’s tongue dragging a path along the side of his throat as her grip curls around his heavy balls. “or inside me?” it was a selfish question, unable to decide herself if she wanted to drag this out, postponing her own satisfaction to push samar all the way to the edge.

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ROMY LEANS INTO THE TOUCH on her thighs, her hands finding purchase over his, as she fully seats herself in his lap. his cock fills her so completely, in such a way that she can't help the whimper that falls from her lips. she rocks her hips back and forth, adjusting herself to his girth, relishing in the feeling of being so full. "i forgot how good you feel," she tells him, a sinful smile on her lips, before she starts to ride his length, each rise and fall of her hips bringing another shudder through her spine. "fuck, baby."

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EYES CLOSE AND HIS HEAD LOLLS BACKWARDS, forced to swallow away the thickness in his throat as she swallows him up. garrett watched as she sank onto every inch of him, until their bodies are flush and his cock is buried as deep as she can take him. it feels incredible, groaning as her rocking movement causes a drag of friction, pleasure starting to build a deep ache in his stomach. “i didn’t realize your memory was so bad, sweetheart.” garrett murmurs, encouraging her gently with his hands as she starts to ride, gentle pressure to take him quicker with each lift and fall. “or i would have given you a refresher soon than this.” dark, hungry eyes rake upwards along her body, drinking in the sun-kissed skin of her stomach, firm breasts swaying above him. “or maybe i need to fuck you better, hmm rom?” with his words, his hips lift, snapping up to meet her hips with a rough thrust.

[lustfooled]

as innocent as some perceived him to be, that wasn't to say samar didn't have desires and fantasies, he certainly did. he watches her so closely, making it clear that every thought in his mind, that every tug of his hand along his cock was for her. his lips trace against his lesser lip, as he grows all the more comfortable and confident against the sheets. the touches are everything he'd known he needed, but he knew he craved even more. his feet press into the soft material of the duvet, watching her closely as he continues to work along the shaft of his cock, whining at the friction he elicits. he doesn't think he's ever done anything quite so intimate or vulnerable before. but he likes it, he likes the tension in his chest, he likes the twist of his stomach. "you thought about it?" he counters, head tilting as his lips remain parted, the look on his face practically sinful. "what did you do when you thought about it?" the question falls within a choked groan, biting hard into his bottom lip. he doesn't think it'll lose it's edge if she were to touch herself, too. he couldn't help but allude to it. wanting to see as much of her as she was seeing of him.

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IT WASN'T THE PERFECT VANTAGE POINT. charlie can see him in the mirror, but the distance erases the finer details and from over his shoulder, the scope of what she can glimpse is sacrificed for closeness. but what she lacks in view, she can feel, each movement made flush against her. the expansion of his ribs as each breath begins to come both quicker and deeper, pace steadying as he climbs in tempo. hips shifting back, pressed against her core. whines that reach her ears after charlie's feels them rumble up from his chest, sweet and needy notes that make her own cheeks flush hot with desire. she knows what he's asking from and she answers without lifting her hands from his frame, "i licked my fingers, and wished i had your mouth to make me wet." his exposed jaw begs for her mouth, and charlie leans forward to kiss the sharp corner of bone, dark rough beard tickling her lips as his head falls back. "and then i touched myself, so slowly at first." she's narrating into his ear, knows he can hear her own voice thin and rise as her excitement grows.

[lustfools]

the question startles him somewhat, mainly because he'd been counting on getting to touch her considering she was here. yet, he can't deny there's something hot about the concept. of allowing her to see how touches himself whenever work pulls her away from his grasp. something hot and vulnerable. swallowing thickly, his chest continues to rise and fall, "if you weren't here..." he trails off, tongue darting along his lips as he allows his hand to slip down his abdomen and between his hips. instinctively, his free hand reaches into the draw of the bedside cabinet, retrieving the half empty lube and pouring some against the palm of his hand. he doesn't have to move much and he doesn't want to dislodge her from his neck. the way her warm breath hits his skin has a satisfying chill rushing up his spine. lube covered fingertips then wrap around his hardening length, sliding his digits down towards the base of his cock, before he starts to pump, painfully slowly.

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THE THRILL OF HIS ACQUIESCENCE IS DANGEROUS, a delicious, tingling jolt that vibrates down to her core. this is new, uncharted territory for them, and charlie is taken aback by how raw and intimate it feels, despite the time-worn comfort of their relationship. her gaze travels upwards to the mirror hanging across the room - it had been the glimpse of his reflection that prompted her question to begin with - and she watches with rapt attention as he readies himself. "you're so handsome, my love." the words curl against his ear as her palm glides up along his chest, fingertips tracing the contoured edges of lean muscle, a teasing graze of her thumb across a rough nipple. "i thought about this while i was gone but nothing i imagined was this hot." she continues encouragingly, shifting again to watch him over his shoulder, the sight of his cock stiffening beneath his grasp, slick fingers dragging clear lube along the shaft as he slowly works. her instinct is to reach out, take over, and she fights it, pushing it back. wants to see samar move at his own pace.

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"YOU LIKE IT," she teases and a short laugh bubbles past her lips as he bites her lower lip between his teeth. romy can't help the way she presses to him, leans into his touch, as he kisses down her skin. a soft hum, a sigh, is all she gives in response. her mind is fulled with all thoughts garrett. the way he consumes her thoughts is so unexpected, but so welcome. the sound of foil ripping behind her brings a smile back to her lips, and she chuckles. finally. "as if there was ever gonna be any other way," she says with a grin and raises her hips for him. she brings her hands up, running them through her hair, to push it over her shoulder, then reaches down to line him up with her entrance. her eyes find his, as she slowly lowers herself down his length. her nose scrunches and a quiet, content hum vibrates in her chest.

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"I REALLY DO." garrett agrees easily, no reason to hide the amusement and pleasure that romy was bringing him. he's watching her with rapt attention, eyes following each smooth, curving movement of her body as she positions herself, curled fist around his base as she guides them back together. garrett exhales deeply as she slides down his length, each slow inch burying into her tight walls. he's watching her face, savouring each little twitch and murmur that dances across her features as he begins to fill her. "that's so good, romy. keep going, i know you can take it all." garrett reaches for her, palms landing on the lean muscles of her thighs and sliding up to her hips.

[unrxveled]

There were a handful of things Wells excelled at compared to other people. Notably one of them was sex, especially one night stands. While there was the lingering hope this wouldn't be a one and done he would respect whatever Kyra wanted. As his mouth continued moving over her neck he couldn't help but laugh at her whine as the door opened. "Relax sweetheart, we got all night." He reassures her with a soft nip at her jaw as he moves them into the bedroom. From the light in the hallway he's able to easily find the bed. After settling Kyra down he reaches to pull his shirt over his head before reaching to help remove her dress. "Now stupid question," he murmurs between kiss as his hands stay cradling her face. "Do you just want me to fuck you? Or would you also like me to eat you out? You're in charge tell me what you want how you want it. If you're not sure," he pauses pressing their foreheads together to force eye contact. "I'll suggest things. As long as you're comfortable and enjoying yourself - that's all that matters okay?"

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REALITY COMES BACK INTO FOCUS as wells carries kyra into her bedroom, the inherent intimacy of the space a grounding reminder that this wasn't fantastical dream, and that this was actually happening. her feet literally touch the ground again, and wells is making quick work of removing their clothing, easing her out of her dress with practised skill. with his shirt discarded, kyra doesn't bother to hide her appreciative look, palm coming to rest against his bare chest as he draws her back for another kiss. "very stupid question." kyra agrees, murmuring against his mouth. wells could probably feel her smiling, the shape of her lips moving against his. his directness is strangely comforting despite the crassness of his words, no room for misunderstanding. still, she blushes when she has to echo the words back to him, unused to vocalizing her wants like this before. "eat me out. please." she adds, half a beat after. it was the only answer - it had been over a year, and like he said, they had all night. "and you- that matters too." she didn't think there was any reason wells might have a complaint about tonight, but kyra still wants to say it aloud, so he knows her intentions were never one-sided. "will you start kissing me again if i promise to communicate?"

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PERFECT PINK LIPS SLIDE UP AND DOWN his cock so easily. it was a wonder they didn't do this more often, but then again, romy was typically one to keep a steady work/life balance. the moment his hand, however, listens to her and pushes into her hair, guiding her faster, aiding in the way he practically fucks her mouth, makes her moan. her eyes fall shut and she lets him take over. she knows her throat will be sore, knows she might need a moment to recover, but she takes him deeper, expertly letting him past the threshold of her throat. she pauses, her nose pressed to his pubic bone, before she pulls back with a gasp of air. her mouth presses wet kisses to his hip, up his abdomen, up his chest, until they're kissing again. she whines into his mouth, while her hand fumbles for her nightstand drawer. romy groans as she breaks the kiss, even letting a small laugh brush past her lips. she reaches into her drawer and pulls out a condom, before finding her way back to his lips. "put this on," she mumbles against him, before finding his hand and sliding the condom into his grasp. "i need you."

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IT'S NOT A SURPRISE THAT SHE FEELS GOOD, the ease in which she takes him down her throat a telling display of romy's skills, but garrett is certain that this is somehow better than it had been before. his hip hitch forward, just a stutter of movement before he catches himself from thrusting against her mouth, and focused on controlling her movements with his hand, each breath coming quicker and louder than the one before as pleasure coils in his stomach. the slick warmth of her mouth is instantly missed, groaning his displeasure as romy pulls off his cock. he's quickly appeased as her lips meet his again, his hand gliding up the curve of her spine, pressing her against him to draw her closer. "bossy little thing." he quips, catching her bottom lip between his teeth in a light nip as she presses something familiar into his empty palm. still, he obeys without hesitation, a slight jostle as he works open the foil still staying close enough to romy to continue to pepper her with kisses. mouth, nose, cheeks, jaw. anywhere his mouth could manage to land as he completes his task with one hand, giving himself a stroke once he was done. "i want you on top." he whispers, brushing his lips against her ear, though his tone conveys that it's a request and not a demand.

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Wells knew the detour of giving her cat attention was not part of their plans but Kyra didn't seem to mind. Now that he's focus on her again he feels the familiar flame of arousal stirring within him. "No I don't think it will," he murmurs with a smirk fighting the urge to kissing along her jaw or bury his face in her neck. To his surprise it's Kyra who makes the first move connecting their lips together. At first he's so taken aback by it that it takes him a moment to kiss her back. As he does a hand slides around to her lower back pressing their bodies together. For someone who hasn't been intimate with someone in over a year, Kyra is a great kisser. Without breaking the kiss his hands easily move to the back of her thighs lifting her up, hoping her body naturally responds by wrapping her legs around him. Wells moves to press her against the nearest wall, slowly grinding himself against her. As he lets out a groan he brakes the kiss, pressing their foreheads together. "Bedroom, here." He murmurs unable to remember the layout of his apartment right now even if it is predictable due to its size.

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THE MOMENT IT TAKES BEFORE HE KISSES HER BACK makes her stomach drop. and then he's returning the kiss, that brief moment of anxiety lost in the feeling of his mouth against her own. she can feel his hands shifting down her body but it isn't until she's in the air that she registers what he's doing, a sweet laugh bubbling out between kisses at the unexpected movement. she's so giddy she feels drunk, though kyra knew she couldn't blame her single glass of merlot on her sudden lightheadedness. instead she was riding the high of her newfound boldness, and how nice it felt to be touched again by someone else after so long. it had been so long since kyra had felt wanted, and even if it was only for one night, she had no doubts about wells desire for her. her legs wrap around his hips as her arms curl around his neck in the same motion, anchoring herself onto him as wells moves, pressing her against the wall. there's no space left between them and she can feel the outline of him against her, hips grinding himself against her center. it's enough to make her whine as he breaks off the kiss, gaze casting up through her lashes to meet his. "this way." she's breathless, voice soft as she responds. untangling one arm from around his neck, kyra stretches her hand out, along the wall, straining for a moment until she finds the door handle, just managing to push it down far enough for the latch to release.

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THERE IS A PRETTY BLUSH TO HER CHEEKS. it's only highlighted by the mess made of her curls, so they twist around her cheekbones in looping tangles. "thanks, gare," she says with a sinfully sweet smile. she'd needed this-- needed him, even if she hadn't known it before this. yet, there was something so perfect about the way he looked in her bed, coming apart from her touch and her touch alone. she bobs her head along his length, taking him into her mouth lower and lower with each movement. she moans around him, her eyes fluttering just as she's met his gaze, as if that alone is too much. she reaches for his hand, grips it in soft fingers, before guiding it to the back of her head. she needs and wants him to take control, to use her for his pleasure just as she did him.

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THE SMILE SHE GRANTS HIM IS WICKED, a promise in her eyes that gives garrett a rush of excitement. the spontaneity of this moment is thrill in and of itself, such a marked departure than the last time they had slept together. it was a necessity to be good at compartmentalizing with their jobs and garrett realizes now that maybe he had done too good of a job with romy, unconsciously walling her off into the work section of his life. now he was looking at her in a new light, an entire new world of possibilities presenting themselves. it was overwhelming and garrett chooses not to waste time on philosophical debate with himself while there’s a gorgeous girl with her lips wrapped around his cock, shoving his thoughts aside to narrow his focus on romy alone. he allows romy to guide his hand, picking up on her wordless instructions. he threads his fingers into her tousled waves, cradling her head in his palm with a gentle pressure to guide her down his length. slowly at first, before working her up to a tempo that’s just quick enough to enjoy while still savouring her talents.