Sweetp4u
Mischief Maker
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Mina
"You can't.." Her tongue passed over her bottom lip, her breasts heaving as she gasped for air, for coherant thought. "You can't just.." He pinned her to the wall, but she didn't scream.. didn't think to scream, as the thought hadn't even occured to her as he pressed so deliciously close to her.
Is this why good looking guys were never accused of anything underhanded? Our hormones didn't allow us the reasoning to say no?
She couldn't fight him off, didn't want to either, to be honest. He was scary, but it gave her a thrill unlike any she'd had before. There was something so primitive about him and his behavior that made her feel damned sexy.
She gasped, thoughts scattered again as his movements jerked her around a little. He tore and cut her jeans, which she didn't really mind, but his abuse of her panties got him a gasping scolding, "Those are from victoria's Secr... Oh, my god.."
Arching off the wall, her hands were in his hair, ruthlessly tugging and yet pushing him at the same time. Words, were forgotten. Protests, fuck that noise!
He managed to steal away her reasoning, shyness and sanity in a single move. Her fingers threaded into his hair, tugging him away one second and the next, she was pushing him further into her wet sex. A long low moan escaped her parted lips, eyes glazing over as the pleasure took over.
She came back against the wall, pushing a leg over his shoulder and clamping him behind her knee to keep her steady. Whimpering, she couldn't do much but press closer to that wicked sweet sensation his tongue was creating.
She twitched with his next flicker, growling herself as she tried to fight off his control, "We can't.. Dooo- Do that, this. I mean.. Oh god, Conall! So bad!" She chuckled and groaned at the same time.
"You can't.." Her tongue passed over her bottom lip, her breasts heaving as she gasped for air, for coherant thought. "You can't just.." He pinned her to the wall, but she didn't scream.. didn't think to scream, as the thought hadn't even occured to her as he pressed so deliciously close to her.
Is this why good looking guys were never accused of anything underhanded? Our hormones didn't allow us the reasoning to say no?
She couldn't fight him off, didn't want to either, to be honest. He was scary, but it gave her a thrill unlike any she'd had before. There was something so primitive about him and his behavior that made her feel damned sexy.
She gasped, thoughts scattered again as his movements jerked her around a little. He tore and cut her jeans, which she didn't really mind, but his abuse of her panties got him a gasping scolding, "Those are from victoria's Secr... Oh, my god.."
Arching off the wall, her hands were in his hair, ruthlessly tugging and yet pushing him at the same time. Words, were forgotten. Protests, fuck that noise!
He managed to steal away her reasoning, shyness and sanity in a single move. Her fingers threaded into his hair, tugging him away one second and the next, she was pushing him further into her wet sex. A long low moan escaped her parted lips, eyes glazing over as the pleasure took over.
She came back against the wall, pushing a leg over his shoulder and clamping him behind her knee to keep her steady. Whimpering, she couldn't do much but press closer to that wicked sweet sensation his tongue was creating.
She twitched with his next flicker, growling herself as she tried to fight off his control, "We can't.. Dooo- Do that, this. I mean.. Oh god, Conall! So bad!" She chuckled and groaned at the same time.
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