thinking about being on his lap, perched sideways between his thighs while watching tv or reading something together… him shotgunning hits of his cigar to you… messing with his hair so a little strand falls over his forehead…
or riding his thigh completely naked while he’s still fully clothed, the friction of the denim on you just making it more difficult to keep it together… his big, warm hands holding your hips, fingers gently digging into your soft flesh as he moves you… his mustache grazing over your chest, your breasts, your neck, him kissing all over while you chase that high…
i’m so normal i promise.















