Lmao When I Was On Earlier All I Wanted To Write Is Smut And Now I've Got Lemonade By Beyonce On And

Elizabeth Hurley

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."

“can you image reinviting all the guests we had the first time?” she shakes her head, all too amused at the idea. “i wonder if they’d get us another gift if we did it a second time.”

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          " shit,  i  think  your  mama'd  roll  over  in  her  grave  if  she  heard  you  say  that. "  ⸻  " it'd be  kinda  funny  though,  huh?  sayin'  vows  a  second  time. "

"i still tell them there's no pussy prettier than yours. i just don't feel the need to let others see what's mine to prove it." he'd always been possessive to a fault, especially over the women that he'd dated. her especially with all their history and the fact that she was still someone that he could call his. the fact that she's holding her panties aside just for him has him growing hard against the mattress, his tongue lavishing where she's wet and open for him. "all mine." he murmured in response, mouth open against her clit as he kisses it softly, teasing her thoroughly. "yeah babe, do you need my mouth?" he teases, tongue continuing to caress where she's most sensitive, fingers gripping her thighs a little tighter as he looks up at her. "beg for me."

"Honey I just wouldn't be surprised you wanted to brag should you hear someone brag about seeing the prettiest pussy in the world." Veronica replied with a smile knowing he was obsessed with hers. The soft subtle moves he did before finally pulling her panties away made her melt with desire. When she's bare, she eagerly spreads her legs loving the look on his face when upon taking in the sight of her bare pussy just for him. "All for you baby." She hummed already pushing her fingers through his hair encouragingly. As his mouth started tasting her, she moaned softly losing herself to the pleasure. "Take care of it baby I need you." She whined wanting to give him as much praise as possible considering he was incredibly talented at eating her out.

a smirk tugs at her lips, unable to help but tease him when he's given her the perfect opportunity to. it does soften a moment later though at how hard he's trying to make his feelings known, a struggle that the two of them share. "don't i know it." she teases idly, eyes locked on him. "i know. how about you start repaying me by buying me a burger? i'm fucking starving."

malik huffs a short breath—could've been a laugh if it weren't so dry. the hand pressed to her chest doesn't go unnoticed, and he rolls his eyes, gaze flicking away like maybe if he doesn't look directly at her, the burn of embarrassment will fade quicker. "yeah, well," he mutters, shoulders shifting in a faint shrug, "sincerity isn't exactly my strong suit." he scratches the back of his neck, suddenly very interested in the floor. "you got the gist." then, with a glance her way, quieter, but firmer: "i meant it, though."

his face has been ingrained in her memory even after all these years. after all, she'd once pictured and entire life that would be lived at his side. even when she went on to marry someone else, even when that husband had died several years ago, charles was still a haunting memory that wouldn't leave her alone. yet even in fantasies of seeing him again, she had never expected him to look exactly as he once was rather than ages like her. "how..." she murmurs quietly, shaking her head as she takes tentative steps towards him. "you look exactly the same." she mutters, confusion awash on her features. all this time she'd thought something terrible had happened to him, that he was long dead. without thinking, her hand snaps up and collides with his cheek, pain radiating against her palm afterwards. "where the hell have you been?"

a part of him had thought -- had hoped -- that she wouldn't recognise him. after all, it had been years...a decade and a half, yet the moment he sees the look in her eyes, the moment the pastries fall from her grasp, before she's even said his name he knows; he knows she knows exactly who he is. lips part, but no words or sound fall - just a slightly shaky breath at first. he tries to collect himself in the moment, he hadn't anticipated her seeing him. had been skillfully missing her gaze for years upon years, had gotten too cocky, it seems. rolling his shoulders back, he slips closer; slowly, hesitantly. "yes, it is me..." he can lie, but he doesn't want to. he's missed her, never stopped missing her, craving their closeness, but he was afraid. of what he'd become, of what he was capable of. "hello selaena."

she doesn't see him until gwaine's practically upon them, the anxiety in her chest easing the moment he gets involved. selaena watches wide eyed at the way gwaine reacts, the viscount grunting in pain at the way his hand is bent almost to the breaking point. her own hands move to straighten down her dress from where he rumpled it, amusement shining in her eyes at the rage gwaine spews. my apologies, my lord. she hears the viscount muttering as he pushes himself off the floor, storming off back into the ballroom while clutching his wrist. her gaze turns to gwaine then, heavy sigh leaving her lips. "what a vile pig. i love how he apologized to you and not the person he groped." her eyes roll, frown settling on her features. "thank you for that."

hearing her reaction was enough to get gwaine to be upset at the right person. and his feet moved fast as he turned the corner and grabbed the viscount by the wrist and bent it back. "unless you're new or a fool, then why risk your life by touching what's mine?" he said shoving the man into the wall making one of the paintings shake. "she's a married woman you fucking rake. if you're looking for a rutting, then make your way to a whore house."

he comes to a stand still when his gaze falls upon joey, taking in the scene before him. in the time they’d been together, dante would say he knew his girlfriend fairly well. then again, she likely thought the same about him without knowing of the illicit dealings he partook in. “huh.” he says simply, the sight of blood hardly new to him and he sets the take out down on the register before approaching the body, giving it a nudge with his boot to make sure he was truly dead. “oh, i bet he did, darlin’. now, do you like taking care of these bodies yourself or can i let my boys handle it?” because from the way she spoke, he doubted this is the first time she’s killed.

open to: anyone muse: josephine 'joey' novak. pinterest. plot: your muse just found joey right after one of her murders. could be friends, lovers, whatever.

it was the first time she'd ever been caught red handed, literally. the man's blood had been running down her forearms, the gardening shears she'd used to cut his throat now tainted red. she could smell the iron, and a sick part of her revelled in it. she didn't panic when they found her, exhaustion taking over as the adrenaline began to calm down. she felt her actions were completely justified, the man cornering her and making her feel uncomfortable in her own shop was enough for her to move quickly. her chest heaved as she breathed, moving to turn on the hose so she could wash away the blood from her skin. "what? he had it coming, okay? don't look at me like that."

there's a deep sense of satisfaction when she looks over her shoulder to take in the expression on bis face, the way that he watches her and the almost revent quiet from him, only the music breaking that tension. "yeah, you like what you see?" she can't help but tease him as she lowers herself to the floor on her hands and knees, letting her skirt flip up ver her ass as she shakes it for him, thong on full display. "you know you can touch me, right? you don't need to be practically sitting on your hands up there."

Derek stayed where he was seated and simply watched her the entire time. To say he was mesmerized by her and what she was doing would be an understatement but that was what was happening here as Derek was simply unable to look away from her. When she had mentioned she could dance this certainly was the last thing he was expecting but there were no complaints from her. He wanted to touch her desperately though he held himself back. "You did but this is far better than anything I could have imagined. " He said to her as he bit his lower lip while watching her rub her pussy.

there's almost a part of her that wants to ask him to just wait. wait for her to get this out of her system, wait for her to be able to give him back the love he was offering her on a silver platter. it's a stark reminder of the age difference between them, that maybe if they were just at the same point in their lives then this wouldn't even a conversation. "maybe i am. i just don't know, benny. i have to figure that out for myself." she shrugs, heart fluttering in her chest at the feel of his lips pressing into her palm. relief spreads through her at the knowledge that they would share a bed together at the very least. "and what about a kiss?" viv asks, thumb still softly stroking his cheek. "that's not sexual. it'd just be because i miss you, and you miss me."

Although he long preferred being on his own for so long, Viviana had come along and changed that mindset for him. Ironically she had no interest in being involved in a serious relationship. The only comforting fact was that it wasn't anything to do with him. Even if her reasoning was irritating. "And who says you can't do that with me? Maybe you're also missing out on being romanticized and smitten while also getting the best fucks of your life." He replied not caring how much he was teasing her right now with the romantic ideal. With a sigh he pressed his cheek into her palm more kissing it as he nodded his head. "Of course I'll share my bed with you. That wasn't an option either. You're just not getting my cock. Or anything else sexual."