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harshboldcharm) wrote2012-04-08 01:43 pm
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Past Bed Mates
They were taking a walk, Wylie had some ridiculous espresso coffee mixed thing in his hand that he was sucking on the straw. He'd been a little restless lately and decided that they should go out during the day, do something a little less like themselves and more... eh, who gives a shit.
At the moment Wylie was trying to convince Jelani to answer his stupid questions. With the straw half hanging out of his mouth, he pointed to some tall, buff guy who looked like he ate steroids for every meal of the day. "Would you fuck that guy?" he asked, snorting a laugh.
At the moment Wylie was trying to convince Jelani to answer his stupid questions. With the straw half hanging out of his mouth, he pointed to some tall, buff guy who looked like he ate steroids for every meal of the day. "Would you fuck that guy?" he asked, snorting a laugh.
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But... Oh, so good! She didn't want to be changing things up right now, not when Wylie was making her feel so fragging good! She stayed there, greedily taking what eh was giving, and when the orgasm finally came it was blindingly intensive, and she was screaming, clawing on the floor, cursing and whining until it subsided.
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Wylie fucked her through it, slowing only when he knew it was going to be too much. After that point he slipped out of her and sat back on his haunches, smiling at the puddle of woman that was his very sexy girlfriend.
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"Bring me another, doll?" she said sweetly, a tone you'd never expect out of a evil being. Addiction leaned in and kissed Wylie's neck, giving a quick nip there before Wylie lifted her up, piggy back and grinned wide.
"Bedroom?" he was feeling the need for a softer surface at the moment.
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The two shared a mutual grin and drank down half their drinks. He then took her glass from her and set them on the floor, moving back on the bed and manhandling her onto her back, kissing her hard and grinding down against her, red legs wrapped around his hips.
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The plush chair she'd found there by the window was very comfortable and she sprawled out in it, hooking a leg over one of the armrests as she leaned back with her cigarette and her rum. She watched them silently for now, admiring both their forms.
How great weren't her ideas? And how great wasn't her boyfriend, for without any apparent hesitation going right along with them?
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Addiction didn't give a damn about whatever this relationship was for those two. She was getting some good attention out of it. In fact it was right about then when she was getting to feel those magic fingers between her legs. She arched back and groaned loudly. "Fuck!"
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She swallowed down the last of her rum and set the glass aside. She still had the cigarette in one hand, but the other drifted down between her legs.
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Addiction was a little incoherent at the moment. She was trying her hardest not to climax this easily.
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She did want to watch them, but at the same time Jelani was not a very patient person. She took a last drag of teh cigarette before putting it out in an ashtray she'd found, and then walked over to the couple on the bed. She moved up behind Addiction. Her arms went around her, hands cupping her breasts as she trailed her lips over the red, smooth skin of her neck.
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"No... not yet... shit shit shit!" she gasped. She was close and she hated it.
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With them all stretched out, there was a lot of hands touching. Addiction's mouth and hands were busy with the hybrid while Wylie was moving up, leaning over the tangled women and... oh, boobs.
He leant in and kissed an nuzzles across both of their chests. Dammit, he was a boobs guy.
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"The human bruises..." Addiction grinned like this was the best game ever. She scratched his side down to his hip. Wylie whined a little.
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She traced her fingers softly over his chest in contrast to Addiction's rougher handling of him, looking him in the eye as if to ask how much he was alright with.
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