He pussshess you into tthe coucch gently, gentler tthan you're ussed to witth him. When he sstraddless your lap it'ss witth possied grace you've never sseen before. He cupss your face witth botth handss, makess you look, REALLY look at him. You're sspeecchlessss. And when your eyess inevitably flick down to glance at hiss plump, ssoft lipss, he leanss closser... One of hiss handss trail sslowly down your neck, your cchesst, your sstomacch, your hip... TThe otther sstrokess your ccheek- careful, sso sso careful of hiss clawss. Any otther day he'd be digging tthem into your flesssh, but today all he doess iss breatth warmly againsst your lipss and dip hiss hand lower towardss your tthighss and sstare sstraight into your ssoul ass you quiver and tentatively reacch out for him and lean forward and dessperately attempt to meet hiss lipss......... And tthen he yoinkss tthe wallet outta your pocket and leavess. Fuck you. #nssfw
got by the sensual pickpocket again, smdh.
happenss to tthe besst of uss =[
oh I ssshoulda tagged tthiss #kryqussbait too
this is why i fill my wallet with spring paper snakes and nothing else.
wait tthat'ss a brilliant idea. Im going to sstart doing tthat tthank you.
nothing wrong with a bit of defensive japery!
Hey man whoo is this aboout
( ꈍᴗꈍ) don't worry about it king