She thrusts her hips forward, her little body doing so much as she pants on his lap.

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She thrusts her hips forward, her little body doing so much as she pants on his lap.
Regina kisses patterns all over his chest and tugs at his nipples with her teeth as her hands kneads his balls.
He pushed himself deeper, trying to make her scream louder.
"Fuck!" She yelled in a gasping scream, her voice so soft and accent so posh that the curse word sounded so shocking on her lips. She was trying to hold back her climax as she attempted to risen his , grazing her nails down his sac.
He was so smug, making her like that.
Her lips rise up to his neck, sucking on the skin, nipping at the flesh and leaving behind a bruising hickey.
He rubbed her bare back, his eyes shut. His head back and he was wanting more from her.
Her mouth found his again, she pulled on his bottom lip with her teeth much like she did with his nipples, and rolled her hips against his as she continued playing with his balls rubbing them against the lips of her pussy.
"I want more of you, Regina!" He gasped out, rubbing their hips together.
She pushed him onto his back, his upper body hanging off the bed as she mounts him, straddling his lap with his cock still inside her she moans, and she rides him like a horse and she rides him fast and hard with breathy noises of pleasure as her breasts bounce up and down from the ride and she drags her nails down his chest.
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"Towheaded and shifty-eyed, Dally was anything but handsome. Yet in his hard face there was character, pride, and a savage defiance of the world. He could never love Cherry Valance back. It would be a miracle if Dally loved anything. The fight for self-preservation had hardened him beyond caring."
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↳ The Outsiders
Diane Lane in The Outsiders (1983)
Imagine: Sneaking out of school after Dally gets back from jail.
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Regina kisses patterns all over his chest and tugs at his nipples with her teeth as her hands kneads his balls.
He pushed himself deeper, trying to make her scream louder.
"Fuck!" She yelled in a gasping scream, her voice so soft and accent so posh that the curse word sounded so shocking on her lips. She was trying to hold back her climax as she attempted to risen his , grazing her nails down his sac.
He was so smug, making her like that.
Her lips rise up to his neck, sucking on the skin, nipping at the flesh and leaving behind a bruising hickey.
He rubbed her bare back, his eyes shut. His head back and he was wanting more from her.
Her mouth found his again, she pulled on his bottom lip with her teeth much like she did with his nipples, and rolled her hips against his as she continued playing with his balls rubbing them against the lips of her pussy.
Sodapop Curtis;
Soda is handsomer than anyone else I know. Not like Darry—- Soda’s movie-star kind of handsome, the kind that people stop on the street to watch go by. He’s not as tall as Darry, and he’s a little slimmer, but he has a finely drawn, sensitive face that somehow manages to be reckless and thoughtful at the same time. He’s got dark-gold hair that he combs back—- long and silky and straight—- and in the summer the sun bleaches it to a shining wheat gold. His eyes are dark brown—- lively, dancing, recklessly laughing eyes that can be gentle and sympathetic one moment and blazing with anger the next. He has Dad’s eyes, but Soda is one of a kind. He can get drunk in a drag race or dancing without ever getting near alcohol. In our neighborhood it’s rare to find a kid who doesn’t drink once in a while. But Soda never touches a drop—- he doesn’t need to. He gets drunk on just plain living. And he understands everybody.
Thirty-one years ago today, The Outsiders hit the theatres