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morallyinept · 18 days

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What do you think the boys’ favourite sex positions are? (I can already guess Jack’s.. 👀)

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Oooh, so I totally had this planned for my list of Pedro Boy Rambles, so thank you for asking and kicking my butt in gear to finally do it, hehe! 🙌🏻

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Jett’s Pedro Boy Rambles Masterlist

These are just my own head canons and not verbatim. Your ideas may differ to mine and that's awesome!

Joel Miller - Prone Bone. (You lay flat on your stomach, and your lover lays on top of you.) Joel is gonna be covering you like a damn blankie as he rams you into the mattress, darlin’. Big, broad and crushing the air from your lungs as he ploughs deep. Hand over your mouth to keep you quiet - it's the apocalypse after all, darlin'. Think teeth marks left on your shoulder, panty grunts in your ear and lack of breath as this man mountain covers you completely.

Ezra - Doggy Style. (You’re on your hands and knees and your lover kneels behind you.) Ass up, Ezra will fuck you like an animal with his nine inch nail... Hard, messy and plenty of growling and grunting thrown in the mix. Easy access to switch to anal too, he likes to watch as you coat him in your shiny gem-like slick when he pulls out, and slams back inside, which causes him to babble incoherently.

Frankie Morales - 69. (Side by side, on your back or on top, always a versatile position.) Our resident pilot - and pussy eating King 👑 - can nestle between your legs for hours and hours. And if he gets a little attention on his landing gear stick too, then you can guarantee there'll be no bad landings, hermosa.

Marcus Pike - Missionary. (You’re on your back and your lover is on top facing you.) Marcus Pike will want to look into your eyes as he makes sweet, sweet loving to you. Telling you how good you feel, how much he cares for you, how he wants you to move to D.C. with him… slow him right down by grinding up agaisnt him with your hips and enjoy some pancakes together afterwards.

Dieter Bravo - The Amazon. (Your lover is flat on their back with their legs up and you squat on top as they penetrate you.) The perfect bottom position for Dieter, wanting you to control and own him and look like you’re fucking him with your own cock. To which he’ll soon suggest that you get the strap out and do just that after a while. Guaranteed position to make Dieter Bravo see stars.

Javier Peña - Legs Up Missionary. (You’re on your back, with your legs up and over and resting against your lover's shoulders.) You’ll feel Javi go deeper than any undercover mission in the jungle, and he won’t be so keen to pull out so quickly either, cariño. The further forward he leans in to kiss you, to let that sweaty moustache leave it's mark, the deeper he'll go and make you scream.

Javi Gutierrez - The Wheelbarrow. (Your lover stands behind you lifting your legs whilst your hands are on the floor.) The perfect position for you and your silly sunshine man Javi to experiment and to giggle incessantly when he drops your legs over and over, until you just straddle him on the floor and ride him until he weeps.

Marcus Moreno - The Lotus. (You sit in your lover's lap, face to face, legs wrapped around their waist.) Marcus will want to hold you in his strong arms, feel you ride him, look into your eyes and push your chests and foreheads together as he tells you how super you make him feel. Cue intense orgasms because this position really lets you feel that emotion and love from your hero.

Dave York - The Piledriver. (You lay on your back with your legs back, your lover sits on your butt and drives deep vertically.) Deep. Oh so deeeeep. Guaranteed that you won’t forget Dave York in a hurry as he penetrates you deeper than a blade slipped into your gut.

Agent Whiskey - Reverse Cowgirl. (You straddle your partner, facing away from them.) Yeehaw! Ride that cowboy, sugar! Jack will lend a hand as he holds your hips tighter than a binding lasso watching you buck and squeal on him better than a bucking Bronco. Lean forward to give him the pefect view of where you both meet, and you'll drive this cowboy wilder than the west.

Tim Rockford - Spooning. (Your lover lays behind you on their side and slips inside you.) After a late night solving grisly crimes, Tim slips into bed cuddling up to you. Your warm back pressed up against his broad chest, kissing your neck as he slips inside you, slow and deep in a sleepy, love-filled haze. When you wake up in the morning, this handsome detective is still buried inside you.

Max Phillips - The Lap Dance. (Your lover sits in a chair and you sit on them facing away.) Ideal for office scenarios when your performance review with your snarky boos turns hot and heavy, and to give Max the perfect access to your tasty jugular. Also perfect for him simply standing up and pushing you forward over his desk too.

Lucien Flores - The Ballet Dancer. (Both standing face-to-face with one leg up around your lover's waist.) Quick and easy for those secluded, dark corners in the bottom of the azalea garden, when your old lover returns and gatecrashes a party he wasn't invited to, and you still can't resist his gold-chained charm… ideal for grabbing at that fluid silk shirt.

Oberyn Martell - Coital Alignment Technique (CAT) (Missionary, but your lover is slightly higher up for the perfect clitoral grinding.) Sensuous, deep and the perfect position for Oberyn to look into your eyes as you come undone around your Dornish Prince. He will make you feel every, single hard inch as he worships you like a queen.

Silva - Cowboy. (Your lover sits on top straddling you.) A seasoned rancher, it’s safe to say Silva knows a lot about riding… grinding, deep and slow so as not to put his back out further, Silva and you can switch it up when it starts to ache and you can cure all his ailments.

Pero Tovar - The Rocking Horse. (You sit or kneel in your lover's lap and lean back on your hands as far as you can go. Aim to hold onto their ankles.) Pero will get a delicious, mouthwatering view of you all stretched out on the end of his cock, and the hunger will soon stir as you ride this surly Mercenary into a drooling submission.

Din Djarin - The Butterfly. (You lay back on an elevated surface, your lover stands in front with your legs up against their chest.) In small spaces inside the Razor Crest, Din will relish the chance to get you spread out on the shiny surfaces. Ideal position for his, uh, helmet to remain fully intact…

Maxwell Lord - Pushing Tush. (Missionary with access to your lover’s butt.) Whilst Max drives deep, your hands are free to roam and play with that ample tush of his… and you can switch it up to make all your wishes come true when he can play with yours, too.

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Jett's Pedro Boy Rambles Masterlist

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exquisiteserotonin · 6 months

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La Petit Mort

Rating: E is for Explicit - 18+ only 🔞MDNI🔞

Pairing: Secret Pedro Character x Original Female Character (OFC)

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: A gloved gentleman misses his train and meets and enchanting stranger

Warnings: Sex with black leather gloves, PiV sex, dubious consent, BDSM, use of a crop, titty spanking, pussy spanking, spanking, oral (F! receiving), use of restraints, degradation, sex work, autoerotic asphyxiation, PLEASE READ: TWIST ENDING (Guess the character!)

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He stood stoically, half of his lithe body illuminated by the large, spherical wall sconce. The rest of his body melted into the shadows. The taut, black leather of his gloves creaked as his right hand stretched open and closed, open and closed. With the other hand, he tightened his grip around the handle of his deep, mahogany attaché case. He pursed his lips as he waited among the ever-growing trickle of commuters for the next train.

As the sound of it rushed closer, the trickle intensified to a steady flow. He maneuvered through the crowd, seeking openings that would bring him closer to the edge of the platform where the doors of the train would open. The rumble of the approaching train sent a gust of air that tousled his dark hair over his forehead and brushed through the whiskers of his mustache. More rush hour commuters dashed towards the platform, tightening the open spaces between bodies.

The train finally pulled in and the mad rush of people surged forward. As he tried to force his way through the crowd, a young woman careened into him, pushing both of them away from the platform and back into the crowd.

“Goodness gracious!” She huffed, the waves of her shiny, dark waves falling into her face, “I am so sorry, sir.”

Her warm body pressed against his, leaning forward at the perfect angle for him to catch a glimpse of her. The curve of her supple cleavage was irreverently held by the hint of black lace of her bra. With a gentle assuredness, he moved her off him. His eyes were blessed with a better view of her curves that were accentuated by her perfectly tailored navy blue blouse and her beige pencil skirt.

“It’s fine,” he paused, looking down to see her pushing her waves from her fresh yet elegant face. “Some people can be assholes,”

“I really hope you weren‘t in a hurry,” she said, her eyes softened with empathy as she shifted the weight of her feet to lean towards him again.

She placed a gentle and apologetic hand on his arm before retracting it in quick uncertainty. He smiled, finding a feeling that belied something different from her perfectly sweet face. A giggle arose from her as she scrunched her nose and brushed a few waves behind her ear.

“I don’t want to be presumptuous,” she initiated, her brows soft and expectant, “but would you want to grab a coffee with me?”

Oh she was good, he thought as his eyes continued to peruse the expression she held on her face. She projected an unexpected air of naivete. This was how fools fell in love with her. He smirked at the thought, seeing beneath the facade that she needed more than a poor doting puppy of a man.

“Something tells me you don’t hear the word no very much,” he grinned and then gestured towards the Exit sign. “Lead the way.”

He followed her towards a nearby exit. She walked with a strut not lost on him as he admired the way her skirt hugged her curves almost like a second skin. The view of her derrière in front of him as they ascended the stairs was like his own private show.

They were met by bustling side walks filled with pedestrians, trees hanging over them to listen to their conversations. He moved to find a stride next to her. The way she glided across the pavement next to him parted crowds and turned heads, while making the path before her her own private runway.

“Do you live in the city?“ She asked, her voice tinted with genuine curiosity.

“Upper East Side,” he responded like he was simply stating what day of the week it was.

“A high roller!” She exclaimed, her eyes widening with playful delight. “Well this is my side of town and I just know you’ll love this place.”

She talked a lot, he noted as they found themselves in front an unassuming-on-the--outside coffee shoppe. Its name adorned the old fashioned black eves. Inside revealed an entirely different aesthetic, aside from the rustic stone wall, the counters and chairs were sleek, modern, and minimal. They waited as an ultra modern, but disaffected, young barista served them their overpriced coffee. His new companion never seemed to lose the soft smile on her glossy lips as she spoke to him.

“Tell me,” she said, her voice like velvet and silk caressing his ears, “what do you do?”

“I’m a financial analyst,” he responded plainly, between sips of coffee.

She pouted, resting her eyes for a brief moment on the fingers of his leather gloves before she leaned forward to meet his gaze, “Well that sounds incredibly boring.”

He laughed, bubbles foaming at his mustache as he took another sip of expensive coffee.

As he pulled his cup away, her eyes traveled from where she beheld his rich, brown eyes and then moved to admire his lips. She brought her soft fingertips forward to brush away the foam that dusted the whiskers of his mustache. With unspoken synchronicity, she licked her lips the same time he licked his own. Her touch to his mustache was nearly enough for him to press his lips to her fingertips.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He asked, squeezing her small hand making his massive hand seem that much larger. He held her to him when she dared to move her delicate fingers away from his lips.

“I live nearby,” she exhaled as she slipped her fingers between his.

Together, they left. With each step, they burned the pavement with the heat of their desire until they reached her building. The elderly doorman acknowledged the two of them with the tip of his hat. His eyes crinkled, adding wrinkles to their corners as gave him a knowing glance. It was a look that whispered that he was not the first man to have walked with her through the lavish and opulent foyer of her building.

Hands still intimately intertwined, they journeyed floor by floor on the elevator until it stopped with a sing-song chime of an old bell at the fourteenth floor. They dashed down the pretentiously wall-papered hallway until they reached her door.

As soon as they walked in, she led him to her bedroom and sat him at the edge of her bed. With one pull on the zipper at the back of her skirt, the slinky fabric pooled at her feet. The intensity of their locked gazes towards one another never stopped even as she slowly slipped off her silky blue shirt. He pressed his lips together beneath his mustache as he took in the beautiful shape of her body. He sat mesmerized by the way the lace of her brassiere cupped her supple breasts and the way her panties hugged her hips and clung to her pussy where she had grown wet with desire.

“Fuck,” he exhaled as he scanned up the length of her body, “you’re beautiful.”

He slowly rubbed a gloved hand to her thigh, massaging it, until he circled it back to grab a handful of her ass to pull her towards him. He kissed her navel as he gripped her waist with both hands. He slid them slowly upwards until he was squeezing and kneading her breasts against the pretty lace she wore.

The lids of his eyes hung low with dreamlike desire as he freed her nipples from the confines of her bra, licking, flicking, and circling them with his tongue. She threw her head back at the heat of his touch and circled her arms around his neck, coursing her fingers through his dark waves.

He pulled her tightly, his arms wrapping around her waist as he spun her around onto the bed. She pressed herself back into the mattress and waited for his every move.

She lay there like a piece of art ready and willing to be defiled.

He smirked and thought to himself, the anticipation is one of my favorite parts.

He reveled in how she stalked him with her eyes, from the way he carefully took off his tailored, tan coat to how he unbuttoned his crisp white shirt down to the middle of his chest to the way that he rolled up the sleeves with his glove adorned hands using the intense precision of a surgeon. One step forward elicited another twist and wiggle of her hips. A second step garnered another heaving breath. The muscles of his forearms strained as he returned to the edge of the bed, carrying his attaché case with him, setting it next to her. As though he were ready to diffuse a bomb, he opened it to reveal a set of wrist restraints, ankle restraints, a crop, a choker along with other sensual accouterments.

She arched an eyebrow and her eyes glimmered as she licked her lips before teasing him with a playful pout.

“You’re very forward with someone you’ve only just met,” she roused, shifting her hips back and forth on her soft sheets. “How can you be sure I’d be into all this?

The tease. Two can play at that game.

He tilted his head at her and inhaled a deep breath through puckered lips.

“Oh come on,” he dared, “certainly you’ve had clientele with more niche sexual eccentricities.”

A shadow fell over her face for the briefest of moments. It would have gone unnoticed by a casual observer, but both of them knew he was not that type of man. He allowed her to continue her game, amusement filling the lines on his lips.

“What…what are you talking about?” She uttered, her voice trembling, a hint of false indignation floating from her.

“Oh let’s not play coy,” he tutted with disappointment, “not when I’m more than ready and willing for you to take me on as a new client.”

She stiffened at the words, following the movement of his dark gloves as he sat cross legged over next to her. He observed as she pulled her feet closer to her as she leaned forward, still intrigued with his offering.

“And what if my—my books—are closed?” She inquired.

His laugh rose up to the tray ceiling of her apartment, then rested his hand under his chin. The black leather of his glove showed such a stark difference against his skin as she wondered what his hands looked like, what his hands felt like.

“And yet,” he sighed, caressing her ankle and up her calf, “you still made a concerted effort to bring me to your place.”

She leaned forward as she opened her legs a little wider for him, “Well then: my services, my rules.”

“Hm, but you provide the full girlfriend experience, correct?” he sighed as he continued to run his hands up her silky legs until they settled atop the soft, translucent fabric that covered her dewy center.

He lowered his knees to the floor, pulling her abruptly to the edge of the bed. Opening her legs wide, his mustache tickled her through the soft mesh-like fabric of her panties, licking a long, broad stripe along her outer lips.

The soft whine floated from her lips like a song composed just for him in that moment. So beautiful. He licked another stripe just to hear it again.

“Is that enough to seal this business arrangement?”

Through a squirm and wanton, breathy moan, she bucked her hips back towards his pouty lips, “Yes!”

“Yes, what?” he uttered, the heat of his breath fluttered against her center.

She paused and settled her eyes to his face, admiring the broadness of his body and the confidence in his posture.

“Yes, sir,” she conceited, adding a tinge of submission to her voice.

“Good girl,” he hummed as he took a pair of ankle and wrist restraints from the attaché case and wrapped them around her appendages. With additional diligence, he fastened them to the antique gold bed frame.

The warmest emanating from her body, lit every nerve ending in his body as each breath she let out became heavier and heavier. She pulled at her wrists and ankles, her body begging for him to use her.

“What’s our safe word?”

“What about---vanilla?” he offered.

“Mmm, that’s an amusing use of the word,” she purred, curling her lips up at their corners.

He wore a smug smile as he searched through his attaché case and returned with a pair of scissors and a mini crop which he set to the right of her thigh. She trembled as he brought the shiny scissors to the fabric that covered her mound. He waited a moment, feeling her breath quicken with panic. As an act of mercy, he pulled the fabric to the side to reveal her center where he took in another taste of her. She gasped and let out a loud exhale as he cut away the fabric with precise snips along the seams. He pushed them away leaving her pussy cool and bare for him.

Following a similar pattern of painstaking care and attention, he cut along where the straps of her brassiere met the lace cups that held her breasts. With a quick touch and gentle fold of the fabric, her tits were free. He began kneading them with his smooth leather clad hands. The hungry growl from his mouth reached her ears before he brought his lips to her breasts, taking her sensitive nub into his mouth, swirling it with tongue.

“Ah, fuck,” she gasped, arching her back towards his mouth in desperation.

He locked her response into his brain with a cock of his eyebrow. His large hands explored the length of her torso. And with a broad stroke of his tongue, he drew a long, slow path down her body. He stopped just before reaching her mound to grab the crop that lay next to her. He caressed it up the center of her body, circling each breast tormenting her with each slow, deliberate move. She arched her back towards him again, pulling on her restraints to reach him. He brought the crop back to his hand, sliding the handle with one supple leather glove, before slapping at her nipples with one quick snap of the handle.

“Oh fuck!” She cried out from the stinging pain which slowly eased into throbs of pleasure.

She drew in her breaths rapidly, wincing and writhing through every subsequent crack of the crop on her tits. He wriggled his jaw and felt his cock twitch each time she cried and moaned for him. He admired the red tint that painted her skin and stroked down the length of her body until he was teasing her pussy with gentle flicks and strokes of his crop. The muscles in his forearms tensed as he applied more pressure to each stroke. The air of her bedroom filled with a litany of her moans punctuated by sharp gasps and yelps that paired with each slap he made to her pussy.

“Vanilla!” she cried out after one particularly sharp crack of his crop. “Please, vanilla! I can’t!”

Tears began to slip from the corners of her eyes as she fought to regain her composure. A look of sympathy enveloped his face as he looked on how pitifully she lay for him, desperate for a softer touch. With roguish confidence, he slowly began to rid himself of the confines of his white dress shirt. A deep sigh of relief washed over her as she was left entranced by the vision of his bare chest and broad shoulders. Each muscle moved over the other as he carefully folded his shirt and placed it on top of his coat before he returned to her.

His gloved hands embraced the outside of her thighs as he drew his face closer to her center, admiring how it glistened for him. He breathed in her intoxicating scent before he buried his face in her pussy with slow, even, and meditative breaths. Through his touch in union and with her movements, he felt her breath match his. He let his heat soothe her where he had left his mark. And with one slow, broad stroke of his tongue against her sensitive center, she shuddered.

“Oh my god” she cried, her hips bucking up to his mouth as the metal of the bed rattled.

“Fuck, are you this responsive with your other clients?” he uttered, keeping his lips close to her pussy but not touching it.

She whined, wiggling in his hands, only making him push down harder on her thighs.

“It wasn’t a rhetorical question,” he stated, the heat of his breath warming her folds again. “How many of them make you feel this good?”

The way she continued to writhe and fight against the squeeze of his leathered covered grip revealed her desperate attempt to not to give him the satisfaction. To spark encouragement within her, he gifted her one longer, slower, and deeper stroke of his tongue. It evoked a moan that leapt from the depths of her throat that was determined to remain uncontained.

“None of them!” she admitted, her skin rosy with the glow of sex and embarrassment.

His skin warmed when he saw how the flush of her embarrassment spread from her face to the length of her body like a wave, brushing every inch of her in the prettiest shade of pink. His cock stretched the fabric of his trousers trying to reach for her. He expected a little more restraint from himself, but couldn’t resist pressing his tongue through her folds again to savor the taste of her. He pushed in deeper until his nose pressed against her mound licking up and down, sending her moans louder and louder towards the ceiling. He sucked on her folds that were wet with his saliva and her sex. He licked precise circles on her clit until he found himself interchanging his tight circles with a few zealous sucks of her sensitive knot. Close to her highest point of pleasure, she let out a high-pitched yelp when he suddenly let go.

“No!” she pleaded, pulling at her restraints. “Please don’t stop!”

The way she begged drew a deep, carnal laughter from his chest. Feeling generous, he satisfied the hunger of her tortured anticipation by sucking on her clit one more time insistent on driving her to a place of pleasure she’d never known before. The bed frame shook as she moaned deep from her throat, pulling helplessly at the bindings that held her.

“Oh god, I’m not—this isn’t like me!” She insisted, as the blush of her skin somehow became brighter as she used all her might to regain her composure. “What’s happening to me?”

He pushed himself up from the bed, the muscles of his shoulders flexing as he did. The front of his pants were left wrinkled and stretched with his cock fighting to come out. The high thread count bed sheets were left crumpled where he had rested in reverence of her pussy.

“Such a sweet, sweet girl,” he teased as she shifted her hips on the sheets.

Like an animal stalking its prey, he walked the perimeter of the bed. Mercifully, he removed the restraints from the metal bed frame, carefully unlatching each one from her wrists and her ankles.

Immediately, she knocked her knees together and brought one hand to her chest while the other rested dramatically at her forehead. She caressed her nipples, slowly sliding them down to her wet center as she watched him like under some kind of enchantment.

He looked down upon her naked form, brimming with arrogance. The best way he knew to respond was to remove his belt in an agonizingly slow manner. He let its polished brown leather glide through the pliant, black leather of his gloved hands. The familiar sound of his slacks and boxer briefs falling to the floor filled the otherwise quiet room. He could practically hear her pant in indulgent anticipation as he slid a condom over his thick, pulsing cock.

He slinked over the sheets towards her, using the muscles of his bare muscular thighs to push her legs open for him. He watched as her eyes opened wide for him in trepidation and excitement as she felt the warmth of the leather gloves play at her folds. With each ministration of his fingers he applied more pressure, sending her brain and body into a quiet frenzy. The flexible warmth of his leather clad fingers along her outer folds were simultaneously firm and cushioned. He traversed the length of her body as he crawled on top of her, his length needy and throbbing. He looked at her with his large, brown eyes shone like a bright beacon holding her in.

“What’s with the glove fetish?”

Ah. There it was. She finally asked.

Their chests heaved in unison as she pushed her body up to meet his. Slowly, he ran his hands up to her arms pressing her arms above her on the bed.

“Heightens the anticipation,” he replied as he brought his hands back down to her chest. “Stay still, doll.”

She listened like an obedient pet as he slowly brought his hands just below her jaw. A brief glint of fear appeared in her eyes.

“Shh, sweet girl,” he said as he wrapped them tighter around her neck. “You can trust me.”

He squeezed tighter, his erection growing with each shade of red with her face turned. She gasped, gripping at his arms pleading and beginning to fight underneath him.

“V…Va…ni…va!” she whimpered.

I love it when they fight.

Feeling a rush of adrenaline and desire flow through him, he let go of her neck leaving her shaking with a few errant coughs. Taking his teeth to a finger of his left glove he set his hand free, not even giving her a moment to compose herself before his fingers pushed deep into her weeping center.

“Oh god, oh my god!” She wailed, shaking as he fucked her with his fingers coating them with her sex until she was panting and sobbing in ecstasy. “Fuuuuck!”

A wicked smile crept across his lips, curling up the left side of his face.

“I told you,” he said with a voice so deep, powerful, and persuasive that her entire body trembled from the sound and the force of her orgasm. “There’s nothing that feels quite like it.”

He drew circles over the outer lips of her pussy, gathering evidence of her sex on the fingertips of his remaining glove. An exquisite heat filled the path he drew with his fingers from her center to her mouth, tracing the border of her lips.

“Pull the glove off,” he demanded.

Eager to obey, she brought her hands to his wrist beginning to remove the black leather from his hands.

“Ah, tsk, no! No hands.” He scolded her in voice so disapproving she wanted nothing more than to please him. “Use your mouth.”

Flushed and yearning for him, she obeyed, using her teeth to pull each finger until she held the discarded leather in her mouth. He shook his head in disbelief, impressed by the show she was putting on for him. He leaned his body into hers licking up her neck until their mouths were locked in a sensual kiss.

“Turn over,” he moaned into her ear.

She did as she was told once again. Her chest and stretched out arms clung to the cool sheets as he traced his hands over the length of her torso and squeezed her ass. It was round and positioned so perfectly. With a loud, firm smack of his hand he spanked her, conjuring a luxurious moan from her pretty lips.

The throbbing anticipation was only satisfied when he lined the tip of his thick cock and pushed through her folds, letting out a guttural moan as he gripped her hips, feeling how tight and swollen she was for him. Her hips rocked with the force of his rhythmic thrusts in and out, in and out. The grip her pussy had on his thick cock became impossibly tighter as they continued in worship of each other's bodies.

“Oh, ahh god,” she cried into the sheets, her body shifting and quaking with each movement. “So—ah—so fucking—good.”

The color of her knuckles were white from how hard she clutched her sheets as he pumped his hips against hers like he was trying to break through an invisible barrier. The heat built over and over across her chest. Her pussy vibrated and shuddered so close to losing all control as his balls slapped against her body.

“Fucking tight!!” He gritted his teeth as his thrusts became more frantic. “Oh fuck, doll!”

The bed shook with her body as he pounded into her with the last of his strength. They cried out together filling the air of her perfectly pretty room with the dirtiest deeds, the dirtiest words, but with the purest form of pleasure. They collapsed onto the bed, leaving the mattress slightly askew: an immediate casualty of their act. Their bodies were a heap of sweat and rapid breaths as they tried to recover. He offered her another wicked smile before graciously kissing her with his soft, pillowy pout.

I will be merciful today.

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“AND CUT SCENE!”

Lights brightened and a few quiet feet shuffled around as the director stared at the back of the camera.

“You guys, that was incredible!!!” The director said with a hushed sense of amazement permeating his voice.

He waved towards a quiet woman with wide set brown eyes, and alarmingly straight hair. She stood like an awkward statue in the corner of the room holding a pile of blankets. The woman, an intimacy coordinator, shuffled her way towards the actors as they sat up, still recovering from their very unsimulated moment of on screen passion.

“You ok?” The mustached man asked his beautiful costar, touching her reassuringly on her elbow and up to her shoulder. “It wasn’t too much?”

“Hmm,” she smiled, gently rubbing his large hand with hers. “I think you know I’m more than OK, Dieter.”

Dieter grabbed a blanket that was on top of the pile being held by the dwarf-like intimacy coordinator, wrapping it securely around his scene partner. She looked up at him, green eyes shining. He held her gaze on her, his dimples prominent as he smiled. His eyes twinkled as he removed the condom and absent-mindedly discarded it in a trash can the intimacy coordinator overzealously presented to him.

“Maybe we can do this again without that,” she suggested as she stood close, her eyebrows raised and eyes shifting toward the direction of the discarded protection. “And without the cameras and extra eyes.”

A grin danced across his lips as he looked at her, holding his blanket close to him. He parted from her with a lingering embrace and with the magical feel like they were the only two in the room.

“Hi Mr. Bravo,” the intimacy coordinator approached them, “I’m just making sure that everything is ok…that you felt, um..safe and comfortable.”

Dieter wrinkled his brow incredulously and fought hard against revealing a snarl on his lips “Um fuck yeah! More than fine.”

He pressed his lips together, walking off quickly towards a bathroom that served as a makeshift dressing room. The intimacy coordinator was left staring back at him, her eyes glued to his form like lasers set to a target.

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Dieter stood at the train platform, rubbing his tired eyes after a long day on set as he waited for the next train. Too tired to be pretentious about fans who recognized him, he posed for photos contorting his face into goofy smiles. Too tired to push off a fan who hugged him a little too long. Too tired to notice the ominous specter of a girl with wide-set brown eyes and alarmingly straight hair as she stood watching him under the shadows cast by a lamplight wringing a pair of black leather gloves in her spindly hands.

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