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giving winks a blowjob
And your moving your head in steady motions, hand working the parts you can’t get and he’s groaning slightly, hands in your hair, forcing you further down on him. And you’re gagging, eyes watering as his cock hits the back of your throat, his head thrown back and brown eyes rolling. And you’re looking up at him as you move back and forth, cock still hitting the back of your throat, taking all of him in this time and he’s barely able to articulate how fucking good you love, all of him in your mouth, eyes leaking and spit on your chin - so he just clings onto your hair tighter.
Riding Winksy's thigh. At first he is surprised but then..
you don’t know if its the stupid groin injury and the no sex rule or the fact that he looks so good with his arms sprawled over the back of the sofa, eyes on the tv but it’s got you in some kind of way. And you’re cursing his injury because it’s not fair on you either so you’re immediately strolling over and straddling his thigh - hands on his neck and he tears his eyes from the tv in shock. And it’s a ‘what ya doing, babe’ that’s thrown out and answered by your slow movements over his thigh whilst your only in his t shirt, a slow moan emitting from your mouth at the contact. And it doesn’t take long once you’ve increased your pace - you’ve been deprived for such a long time - before your head is lulling back, eyes rolling, erratic breathing and breathy moans that cause his hands to create a firm grip on your hip, helping you with your movements. And his eyes are full of lust and his hands are full of desire, increasing your movements for you. And he’s loving the site and you’re loving the pleasure and you both cannot wait for this injury to be healed.
smut!! (for anyone🤪)
I decided to leave it nameless so it can be with anyone. also not 100% happy with this one but it needed done x
So you’re in a club, he took you, you didn’t particularly want to go but he begged and so you put on your finest outfit, looking absolutely stunning because if he’s making you go you’re going to make him wish he’d have you in private. And it has the desired effect, him putting his hands on you the moment he sees you, you swatting away his hands and insisting you need to get going, smirking as you walk off. And he’s distracted all night, hands on you if you’re close enough, eyes on you if you’re not, all his mates smirking and winking at him and it’s 11 when he decides fuck it, and takes you home with the announcement ‘got to tend to the missus, lads’. And he’s all over you in the taxi home, hands up your dress, caressing your thigh, dress too tight to your skin for him to get any further up but god he loves that dress. Then when you’re in the house he’s pulling you to the sofa, not even bothering with the bedroom, unzipping your dress and staring at you in awe, muttering how beautiful you are. So he lifts you firmly by your hips, legs hooking around his waist, his hands grabbing your arse, tongue in your mouth and you’re moaning his name as he slips inside you, creating a steady rhythm, his breath staggering from holding you up, so he puts you on the counter and continues. And it’s sensual and lustful all at once, his groans and your moans mixing together in the late night silence. His pace slowing as he reaches his high, and he pulls out, finishing you off with his hand, moving it against you, kissing down your neck as he goes. After you finish you stay still a while, heads resting together, collecting yourselves and smiling.