"i Still Tell Them There's No Pussy Prettier Than Yours. I Just Don't Feel The Need To Let Others See

with every passing moment between them her shock begins to fade and her anger takes the forefront, emerging deep within her at the knowledge that he had been alive all that time. years passed with him alive and not even bothering to send word of it. "around?" she scoffs, shaking her head. "i've not seen you for fifteen years and all you have to say for yourself is you were around?" her anger only flares when her eyes catch his, noting the same familiar look in his eyes that he used to use on her constantly. "you damn well better explain yourself to me. you owe me that much, charles." she'd been in love with him when he'd left, uncaring of the fact that he was going to be king one day if she could only steal one more kiss from him, one more lingering touch. she foolishly thought that one day they'd even marry, that she'd be deemed good enough for him. "and do not look at me like that. you don't have the right to."

she wasn't wrong, something terrible had happened to him, and in all technicality; he was dead. however, none of that could've prevented him from reaching out, apparently. but he was a beast, a monster that he still didn't quite understand and he'd always known he'd be damned all the more if he pulled her into the depths of depravity that his life had become. the man, who'd once been the heir to the throne, was now a monster whom needed blood to sustain him. he wasn't what she'd known, he wasn't what she could possibly fathom and if he cared about her, which he did, leaving her be was the best thing he could've done. still, he knows that the slap to his cheek is well deserved, the force enough to have his head flipping to the side. he laughs, breathless, the feeling of it far more enjoyable than he knows makes sense. his fingertips raise, gentle in stroking the cheek she'd inflicted the much needed pain against. "i've been...around," he admits then, looking back at her, with the same old look of adoration in his gaze. "hard to explain away not aging in a decade, don't you agree?"

he raises a brow at her, mischievous glint in his eyes that spreads to a smirk. his free hand slides over her inner thigh, tugging it towards him so he can press a kiss there. "how else am i gonna take a photo of the most beautiful pussy in the world?" he teases, gaze on hers as he continues trailing kisses along her upper thigh. "that right is it? you're not gonna let me see it?" he nips the skin there gently, tongue smoothing over the same space a moment later. "do i need to rip these panties right off you do i, darling?"

simone rolled her eyes, trying to refrain from letting herself be heard from her husband's phone. she knew arthur was busy, she married him knowing so, but even her patience was running low. "your face is almost buried between my legs and your phone is still in your hands?" she mused, leaning forward. still, she felt like putty in his hands now with his attention back to her. "hmm, i'm not sure your sorry get's accepted. i don't know if you even deserve to see my pussy." she made no move to pull them aside. she fought hard against it but a smirk fell on her lips.

they were more solid than they'd ever been, her trust in him utterly unwavering. their love was just as strongly, with her belonging to him just as he belonged to her. she rolls her eyes, though she knows damn well he's right. "yes, and you're very much using those tools to your advantage, santino." she teases him, using his full first name just as he used hers. her smile is mischievous though, her nose barely brushing his own as she smiles. she sighs, fingers pressing gently against his chest at the knowledge that he was right. she spends a moment deliberating, weighing up the pros and cons of just leaving with him now. "you know how wet being jealous makes me." she quips, kissing him back before shrugging her shoulders. "fuck it, i'd rather be at home with you, honey. i already gave my speech, i just have to talk to a couple more people and then we can go. call a car, okay?" she kisses him once more, already moving away so they can leave sooner.

Considering the strength of their relationship Ross knew he wasn't the one she worried about in this situation. If he were being honest he more worried for the woman's well being considering how ruthless his wife could be when it came to him. This charm to get him to change his mind was nothing new. There were many things Isabelle could get him to change his mind on, this was not one of them. "That's because our therapist gave us good tools to use when we need to establish boundaries Isabelle." He pressed their foreheads together as he smile sweetly. "Not with you wearing this gown tonight my love, I'm sorry. You're just going to have to stay a wet mess until we get home. Where I can take it off you properly and not risk hurting ourselves or objects in the process of capitalizing on this very sexy behavior." He lightly kissed her lips before pulling back. "I am very flattered though you want me so badly. Promise I'm not going to be selfish at all when we get home."

she's obsessed with her husband in a way she never has been with another man, which makes sense considering he was the ne she married even after seeing all there was that the dating world had to offer. but as he fucks her, touches her, her head is filled with him and him alone. "that's right, baby. i love them all getting to see that i'm your slut. only you get to fuck me like you want and all they can do is watch and wish it was them." she grins, head tipping back as she slams her hips back against his cock, taking him deep as she moans and whimpers for him. people could be at the door right now watching on and she'd have no idea, too lost in the pleasure he gives her to give a shit. she moans louder at his filthy words, nodding her head. "fuck baby, please let me cum. i wanna cum for you, all over your cock and fingers. please, i need it so bad, i just wanna be your little slut."

There wasn't much Ray wouldn't do for the sake of Lorna's happiness. Which is why he so easily caved whenever she started teasing him. Though he does take great pride in making her react like this still after years of being together. "Oh I know you love putting on a show," he whispered into her ear. "Making sure people see how much of a little slut you are for me." That's how he knew exactly what to do to bring her to her climax. "I didn't ask you to keep quiet did I, should have known it was a mistake if I did." He managed between eager grunts as he continued thrusting into her and in turn into his own fingers. "Yeah you're gonna come huh? Did I tell you that you could? You just want to real bad don't you?" He teased as his fingers kept working against her clit. "You might just have to beg me real nice like and I'll think about it."

"we might just have to stay back in the game then to keep them in check. idiots, it was never as though i was going to be on maternity leave forever. though i suppose we haven't yet discussed whether or not that is something we'll be doing again." she'd miss being with the babies all the time now that they were here, but she also missed this part of herself as well. she missed seeing this part of ross too, seeing it made all the better by the fact that they worked together so closely now rather than keeping their work separate. she doesn't know quite where he's sitting on that thought either, curious as to what he wanted next when it came to them. she hums, eyes closing at his kiss before she turns to glare at the man. it's following by stark laughter at ross' action, turning back to him as her arms loop around his neck. "i do like the idea of sending him back to them, i just think maybe we could send him in multiple pieces. he's not suffered enough for my liking quite yet."

"People think all kinds of stupid shit when they don't see us for a while." Ross shrugged knowing that throughout her pregnancy they kept business to a minimum to avoid adding any stress to Isabelle and the babies. "Now they're gonna see we're back and remember how ruthless we are when threatened." He was grateful his own family was willing to take care of the twins on a moment's notice, especially since they understood the nature of their work. "I love doing this with you too sweetheart." He smiled pressing a kiss to her forehead. Just as he was about to say something else he heard the weak groan of their guest. Without thinking or even looking in their direction he delivered a severe backhanded slap. "Excuse me fuck face, I'm trying to talk to my wife." He spat giving them an annoyed look before turning back to Isabelle. "Sorry baby but anyways, as I was saying... you always got me. No matter what. We have a whole group of people ready to help us too. We're definitely not alone. Now I know you wanna kill this guy but you think sending him back all fucked up sends a bigger message?"

there's a smile on her lips as he hips press back against his own, taking his cock deep inside her and moaning lowly into his mouth. even though they had been married a long time now, had children and a home, she still had never grown tired of him. still wanted him the same way she had in high school and college when they reconnected again. "yeah, you don't mind people seeing me bent over for you like this?" she teases, pecking his lips once more before she turns back to the counter, hands pressed against it as she thrusts back against him, moaning louder at the feel. "maybe i do want them to know. maybe they should know that i'm your whore."

Ray should have known Lorna was up to something when she suggested they host a dinner party. They weren't exactly the hosting type. When the night came he realized her real goal even before the first guest arrived. There was something about how she looked tonight that did something to him. And then she kept touching him all night as if he wasn't going to react. So when she went to the kitchen to grab something he took the opportunity to bend her over the counter and fuck her like she obviously wanted. "No fucking way," he shot back eagerly kissing her back as he kept thrusting his hips not caring how loud they got. "Maybe you shouldn't have invited so many people over unless you wanted them to know you're a fucking tease."

she smiles down at his reaction to her touch, thumb brushing over the head of him again before she encircles her fingers around his cock, slowly stroking downwards towards the base. she moans at the way he plays with her tits, every brush of his fingers against her nipples making her sensitive and wetter against her thighs. "you're doing very well, my prince." she compliments, genuine as pleasure courses through her as he sucks on her, fingers working the other side and making her long for his cock to fill her. "and my name is selaena." she answers with a smile, leaning down to kiss him again as her hand continues to stroke his cock slowly. "do you want me to show you the other place to touch to prepare a woman for you? we are rather complicated, and making us wet enough before simply fucking us is important if you want her to enjoy herself."

Alastair stripped down fully, admiring her body with his eyes, desperate to touch her but uncertain as to where to start. His c^ck was standing proud, bucking against his stomach and already leaking from excitement. When she rubbed her thumb over the tip of his erection, he hissed with arousal and sensitivity. “They’re so warm and full,” Alastair complimented her, massaging them with surprising skill. He may be a virgin, but he’d had flings where he’d felt up his partners. He’d also gotten his c^ck sucked a fair number of times, causing him to favor it during foreplay.

Instinctively, Alastair put his mouth to one of Selaena’s nipple, suckling and nibbling at it gently, using his hand to massage and twist her other nipple. “Am I doing well? And…what is your name?” He asked, blushing.

lmao when i was on earlier all i wanted to write is smut and now i've got lemonade by beyonce on and all my angsty/yearning threads are getting the love

she punches in the code to the to the doors, watching them open for the pair of them and sliding her fingers around his bicep as they slip behind them, code entered once more to lock them behind safe walls. it was a mere excuse to touch him again, she knows as much, but she holds no remorse for it as she lets her hand drop. "is there even such a thing as normal anymore?" she questions, peeling her jacket off her shoulders once they're safely inside. curiosity tugs at her expression as he speaks, hand held out and an inaudible gasp leaving her lips when she sees what he's found. "you're joking." she smiles openly, hands rummaging in her pocket for the lighter she'd found a few weeks ago. she's quick to get it lit and she releases a long sigh of relief at the first breath of smoke that fills her lungs, eyes closing in bliss. "i used to think these were better than wine some days." she quips, cigarette placed between her fingers as she holds it up to his lips, gaze on his.

her words are a comfort, more than perhaps she'll ever really know. trust was not something that came easily in this new world, fox had known first had how quickly people switched sides in order to ensure their own survival. he's grateful for isabelle, grateful that she had steadied her knife that day when first they met. he's grateful to no longer be alone in this world. "spend the night in bed..." he repeats in a soft voice, followed by an even softer laugh. "i think that's the most normal sounding thing we've ever done." the implication of that they both would be sharing said bed is lost on him, fox too distracted by flipping his pack around to rummage through one of the pockets. "oh. here, i managed to find some of these for you before we left." holding his hand out, he places a crumpled package of cigarettes into her palm. "it's not wine, but... it's the next best thing."

there are mobsters in every seat around them, two strippers on the stage before them as their private room comes alive with debauchery. arthur takes in all that there is to behold, but especially what romee was about to do. what he had dared her to do, desperate to see just how far she was willing to go in public. his hand is gripped tight in her hair and upon the first pass of her mouth over the bottle neck, he can already feel hardness straining in his jeans. arthur keeps his grip on her hair, grinning at her as everybody cheers, guiding her head to take more and more of the bottle with each movement of his hand. "there's a good fucking girl." he quips, reaching forward with his free hand to tug her dress away from her tits, exposing them to everyone's gaze as he holds her head down over the bottle for a long moment.

setting ; based on this gif. can be at a private s.ex club, swingers club, private room at a strip club surrounded by a mob boss and associates, a work trip gone a little wild, anything! ( to note : if you'd rather request my a.na d.e a.rmas character or my e.lla p.urnell character for this starter lmk! )

status ; open to anyone!

She was drunk on attention long before the bubbles started to spill. The knife in her hand clinked against the neck of the champagne bottle - forcing a few cheers from those around her as the expensive liquor foamed and was ready to erupt. "Quiet, quiet!" Romee yelled, laughter escaping her while she bent over the table, hitting the bottle once more to cause an eruption of fizz. Adorned in next to nothing - with a fist full of her hair being held tight by one of the other patrons, she took the tip of the bottle into her mouth, her lips pursed tightly around it, cheeks sucking in. The other behind her helped guide her up and down the bottle, and with every forceful motion, she gagged and gasped - the foam bubbling out, drenching not just her but the floor beneath her as she continued to put on the show for everyone watching her.