ANYA TAYLOR-JOY Stepping out in New York (April 16, 2024)

apologies once again for the inactivity. i have been missing writing but mentally, every time i try to open my laptop and write, i struggle with forming anything worthwhile. i am doing okay but just enjoying binge watching some shows and movies for the time being. i hope to be around more often soon. ❤️

JOHN KRASINSKI AS JACK RYAN IN TOM CLANCY'S JACK RYAN 2.01 ‘CARGO’

Aaron Taylor-Johnson behind the scenes for Armani Beauty (2024)

"i want to learn, daddy. i want to learn so bad." she was more than willing to do so, to collect each piece of his advice and knowledge like it was the most important lesson she'd ever acquire. she wanted to experience every filthy thing she'd ever dreamed of, to find out exactly how to tend to his needs, to be the reason he was satisfied day in and day out, to assure his cock was never aching. it wasn't a fantasy any more, not now that he was real and standing before her — it was a need, primal and real. it felt that if she didn't get this, if she didn't get him, she'd combust, cease to exist entirely. and just as in their conversations online, his own depraved mind is soothing hers; any concern that the emptiness and need to be filled by him that she feels might somehow be wrong is silenced by his assurance that it was natural, that it was exactly what her body was searching for. "i'm pointless without daddy's cock..." perhaps that's why she'd been so lost all her life, searching for a purpose that she had denied, that he had to grant her. "it's so perfect, daddy." his thick cock on a proud display. there's reassurance granted in the fact that she's not the only one feeling that way, that the way he'd made her wet had been returned in the way she'd made him hard, the way she'd made him leak his own arousal — perhaps she could be better for him than she thought. she heeds his words, his direction, the only certain ground she has at this moment. hands tighten carefully, worried about applying too much pressure, unsure of how his cock might react, might feel if she were too harsh with her actions. "like that?" fernanda's only faltering is in the jolt of her frame when he bucks his hips, the overwhelming length desperate for more and though it'd surprised her, she doesn't relent — eager to make him fulfill the promise, eager to get his cum down her throat. "sorry, daddy." words that follow a pathetic whimper when his fingers tug at her dark strands, when he expresses his disapproval. she continues licking but this time, she doesn't stop the way her mouth salivates, instead allowing the drool to coat her tongue and in turn his cock. the more she works, the more it begins to string between them, to glisten on her lips and chin. her actions pick up speed, curiosity to desperation. she's covering more ground with each swipe, shifting from the use of her tongue to the use of her entire mouth, lips closing to suckle at the sides of his exposed cock. by now, it's more than exploration — she's apologizing to his cock, making love to it, worshiping it.

he didn't blame fernanda for lying about her sexual experience, if she'd started off their conversation mentioning she hadn't been with another man ever abel might have been hesitant, unsure if she was capable of being the girl he had in his mind. but perhaps it was something he could use as leverage? a reason for the beauty before him to want to prove herself, to show abel that she was more than filthy words and pathetic moans and grinding on a screen. " damn fuckin' right you do baby , you gotta be willing to learn and if you are then daddy will teach you . i'll show you just how i like it ." actually, now he was thinking about it abel was starting to believe that fernanda being a virgin was probably a good thing — he could shape her however he wanted, make her his personal slut and cumdump. she was such an eager thing, desperate to show her daddy just how sorry she was, how despite being untouched she could touch like a pro. he admires her tenacity, the drive she has inside her to succeed at this — afterward she wouldn't need to think about anything else but him and his needs. " of course it does , every slut needs her daddy to fill her up — it's natural to want me all the time , to feel empty and pointless when i'm not inside you or when i'm not stuffing you ." couldn't wait to begin the process of stretching her out, lapping his tongue at her cunt and figuring out just how far those little toys had pushed inside her. now his cock is free of the admittedly loose confines of his sweats abel feels like he can finally breathe, letting out a strong exhale as he watches his girl get used to the sight of him. knows he's thick, heavy and leaking for the pretty thing before him. but she can handle it, some training should make her take him like a fucking whore. "you did that baby , made daddy so fuckin' wet just by standing there ", admittedly the femme had done a lot more, had been so unsure and needy, that was what had gotten him hard alongside seeing her for the very first time. " go on baby , you can do better than that — hold it tighter ." he's resisting the urge to buck forward, to take control and practically push his cock between her delicious lips. " mm shit . . . " kitten like lick against his leaking head finally does make his hips thrust toward her face, hand resting on the top of her head, fingers slowly threading through dark tendrils. "not yet baby , not yet ", he clarifies with a small chuckle, that innocence shining through and making his balls tighten. " but if you do a good enough job you'll get all of daddy's cum down that needy throat ." he's entranced by the way her tongue explores him, sliding so sweetly down his thick shaft. it's a pace he's not used to, going slow and tentatively — but for his precious bimbo to be abel can do it. " hey , don't suck that back in fernanda ", voice is sharper now, fingers tugging ever so slightly in her hair , " if you drool let it out , that's what good sluts do . they don't care if they make a mess , got it ?"

she was so exquisite, red faced and teary eyed, her unkempt appearance a far cry from the sweet student who had arrived at his door just minutes before. he loved nothing more than seeing her like this, absolutely tarnished by cock. there was more than one picture and video saved to his phone of the young girl defiling herself against his length, holes stretched wide around him, a folder that was securely locked where only his eyes could bear witness to what belonged to him. yes, she may have had a boyfriend, but it didn't matter— cecilia was his. "you're the best at taking cock, baby, that's right." his large frame curls down over her own, his warmth encompassing her, hips rolling against her pert backside as if he could get any deeper. "you beg so nice, too, don't you, cecilia?" his approval and happiness with her clear now. "you deserve to get exactly what you want." his strong guides her mouth back to the awaiting length, urging her once more down it, only to draw her back at the same time he draws his hips back, before easing her down both cocks again, a steady rhythm between his hips and hands, making sure she's getting stretched by both of them at the same instant. "my best student. my best girl."

her hand falls when dean guides his student back into place, when that warm mouth encompasses her cock once more and draws a moan from her lips. "really too bad you don't treat all your professor's like this, cecilia. you'd win valedictorian for sure." though she certainly can't blame dean for being greedy either, for wanting a treasure such as this kept private, kept all to himself. "fuck...you're so generous for letting me sit in, dean. i owe you one." as if he was the one sourcing her pleasure right now, as if the girl below her was an object rather than a living, breathing person. "god...you were made to take cock, weren't you, cecilia? fucking picture perfect right now." her throat bulging at the same instant dean's skin slapped against her, a symphony of wetness.

having dean's dick inside her always felt so right, she couldn't compare it to anyone else that's fucked her because they just didn't come close to making her feel like dean did. her cunt instinctively tightens around him as does her throat around victorine's cock, lewd gagging bouncing around the empty lecture hall. neither of them were gentle with their movements, each seemingly taking what they wished from the femme and just letting her struggle in the middle — admittedly cecilia isn't complaining. being filled with two thick cocks is making her light headed, or maybe that was from the lack of air going to her lungs now victorine's dick was lodged down her throat. when dean's hand grasps her hair the student's back bows elegantly despite the utter mess her makeup now is on her flushed face. taking a deep breath cecilia blinks away the tears, not caring as they begin to run down her cheeks. " i . . . " she's so discombobulated, eyes bleary and head swimming. " i'm the best at taking cock ", she proclaims after a beat, voice hoarse from the abuse her throat has just received. " dean knows it and now you d — do too ", a stray sliver of saliva breaks away from the tip of victorine's cock, landing on cecilia's chin and dribbling down her neck. her mouth opens to respond to dean's question, yet when his cock surges inside of her once more all she can do is whine, lashes fluttering as she backs herself up against his pelvis. a silent plea for more. " i w — want your cum coach ellis , want it so . . . " another thrust sends her spiralling. " i want you to make me ch — choke on it when you shove your dick down my th — throat ." to prove her point the dark haired femme begins to open her mouth wide, tongue flat and mascara bleeding eyes staring directly up at the other woman.

"you do not have to live any life you do not want to." because she didn't and she didn't deserve to. no one deserved that suffocation, that denial of themselves. life could be wickedly short and the world often painful on it's own, not needing additional assistance from people who were so unhappy in their own lives that they spread the disease onto those around them, those trapped within their grasps. though soft words and features are broken with raised brows and the quirk of her lips, clearly having not anticipated the words that stream past edith's own. "how unfortunate for your mother." she chimes, clearly amused by the thought. why was it not surprising that a man that carried himself the way edith's father did was suffering from small dick syndrome? "she doesn't even know the kind of pleasure she's missing out on."

"perhaps boring isn't the right word..." after all, she didn't wish to invalidate what the young girl was feeling — and it wasn't as if dihiya herself didn't enjoy the thought of covering the girl in the kisses for as long as she'd like, of simply remaining on the couch and allowing their lips to work against each other's until the buds were tender and the sun was shining in through the curtains. "perhaps...insufficient to properly satisfy you, though." for as delicate as edith was, she was sure even she couldn't find her climax from kisses alone — not unless they were the wet, tongue heavy ones that she planned to deliver to the girl's most delicate of places.

it seems innocent enough; two friends, sharing clothes. her daughter — who'd admittedly been pampered and spoiled much of her life — had an eye, an appreciation for fashion and art. it was unsurprising that she'd pick the piece that was best suited for edith rather than selecting something at random, to make sure it not only accentuated her features but complimented her skin. the woman's words had only been to tease, to see how flustered she could get the sweet girl — she would have never predicted the response. "you let my little girl look at your titties and your pussy?" it's almost accusatory, dihiya's actions stilling, her face and brows lifting in question. the idea shouldn't make the space between her legs wet but it does; the thought that her own daughter also held curiosity and interest for the beautiful girl in front of her — indeed, the apple didn't fall too far from the tree. "are you a dirty little girl, edith? do you enjoy coming into people's homes and showing off your pretty little body to the entire family? do you enjoy the thought that somebody — or everybody might decide to have their way with you?" hot mouth works open-mouthed kisses against her smooth stomach, reassuring her that she didn't intend to stop despite what her words might imply. "did you let my daughter touch you, edith? she is so curious, you know? she likes to kiss her friends sometimes...to grind her pussy against theirs." after all, there were no secrets in the household, an atmosphere of openess that dihiya had always instilled the importance of. "did you do that, edith? did you kiss my little girl? did you rub your pussy against hers?"

for as long as she could remember edith had been under her father's thumb, unknowingly so when she was younger but now? now what kind of person did that make her if she was aware and still allowed it to happen? she didn't want that to be her legacy, a doll for her mother to dress up and an advertisement for her father and his faith. " i want to believe it ", she assures the other, feeling it so deeply in her gut. " i don't want to live like that , not anymore ." it all seemed so dull now, a life spent following a faith she wasn't even sure she fully believes in any longer — ironically it was her own father who had caused that within her. " he does have a very small mind", she agrees, a second thought making a nervous giggle bubble inside her, " and according to my mom , other small things too ." normally to utter such a thing would have been the height of sin, yet it only made edith laugh now.

with dihiya she felt free, despite the butterflies traversing inside her stomach she couldn't recall a time when she had ever felt so alive and entirely herself. the soft kisses placed on her skin make edith shiver, wondering how they might feel if they were given to more sensitive parts of her body. " boring ? i . . . i don't know about that." and yet she was the inexperienced one, dihiya already seems to know her body better than edith herself. " i want to make you feel good too mommy , will you teach me how to do that ? " wonders how it'll feel to be between the older woman's legs, to kneel before her and explore the hot core hiding beneath layers that really shouldn't be there right now.

as her t-shirt drops to the ground edith blinks at dihiya's words, a statement. of course she would recognise the bralet she wore, the delicate lace no doubt expensive and definitely not something edith would have been allowed to own. " y — yes ", she can't lie, wouldn't dream of doing so to dihiya. teeth clamp in to her bottom lip as the older woman begins touching her once more, it's so difficult to keep her brain on track, to not become distracted by the feeling of this woman's hands on her partly naked body. " m . . . mhm , she seen them when i got changed ", words are whispered, as if the two are sharing a filthy secret. " she told me this one would look best on me , the color ? " dihiya's daughter had been very complimentary toward edith's body, eyes so similar to her mother's roaming up and down her body. she can't control it, when dihiya's nose presses against her shorts the femme gasps. it feels so good. was that normal? her digits slowly move toward the right strap of the bralet, sliding beneath the lacy strap before letting it fall down her shoulder. " m — my pussy? w — would you be mad if she . . . if she did ? " she desperately doesn't want this to end, for edith to get a mere taste and have it torn away would destroy her. but once again, she can't lie to dihiya. " she just wanted a l — look mommy ." now the brunette was squirming, wetness rubbing against the cotton of her panties — panties that dihiya's daughter had curiously touched a handful of hours before.

"yes, daddy." it's a question he likely doesn't need answered, a dedication she'd surely proven time and time again, better showcased in actions than words could ever hope to match. it was more than just the drive of her own sexual desire, more than just the satisfaction she got in hearing him delve into his own pleasure — it was a longing to make him happy, to fulfill him in whatever ways she could, to shower him in her appreciation, her admiration, her devotion. because he's right; the hushed truths of who she was, who she truly was, and of all that she wanted had only ever been shared because she felt he already knew her, saw her, more clearly than anyone ever had. it was as if each story, each secret, each fantasy that escaped her lips were just confirmations for fox, validations for the things about her he already understood. sure, she'd orgasm-ed multiple times that evening — though whether that had to do with his teammate's skills or the mere depravity of the situation was a debate that could be made — still, fox seemed to know her body as well as he did her mind. he knew exactly where to trail his fingers, his mouth, his cock in order to make her squirm, to make her whine, to make her cry out his name. there were times, like now, that he needn't even touch her, that his words acted for him. the suggestion may have started as her own, but his addition sends a chill directly down her spine, making her muscles rigid with something primitive. she can imagine it so easily; being propped against him, feeling his radiating warmth as they watched back the footage, as she got to see what he had gotten to witness, watch herself be used from a spectator's eye. she can imagine his hardened lengths pressed against her backside, her hand or his snaking between her thighs, taunting a core that would surely be dripping from the sounds and images displayed on the screen. "yes..." she whines, low and pathetic, less a word than it is a cry. "i want to see it all, daddy."

despite the tenderness of her actions — tenderness that followed debauchery, his words make her shudder and draw a hushed moan from the depths of her throat. the mere thought of him getting on his knees, of placing himself between her thighs, is overwhelming. her body was too sensitive to welcome it, pleasure that had become almost painful in its relentlessness. she’s not sure she would last even a minute if his mouth were to slip to the delicate places, especially not when paired with the filthy knowledge that he would be lapping up some of his own teammates seed as it dripped from her. she's thankful that at least he has strength and reason in that moment, that he had merely mentioned the act rather than offered, knowing that she wouldn't be able to bring a no to her lips even if it should be the response.

doe eyes focus in on his face as he shifts, as that alluring profile hovers inches from her own. he’s speaking — and she should be listening, but the words feel distant and quiet, like a tv left on at the far reaches of the house. all she could bring herself to focus on were his features; the beautiful blue orbs that seemed so full of warmth, the high cheek bones and defined jaw line that were so perfectly sculpted, the lips that'd always brushed so perfectly against her own. if she were in a more grounded state she would reach out and trail her fingers along that bone structure, stroke his smooth skin and trails her fingers back along his scalp, draw him into a kiss. instead, she stares in silence until he pulls away, until he guides her once more down the hall, his determined ‘no’ the only thing that reaches her properly. the simple denial is all it takes to make her smile, knows better than to push it, finds comfort in knowing that he cared in his own way. she's thankful yet again for it, for his willingness to prioritize what she wouldn't, what she couldn't rationally work through with the heaviness currently clouding her head. “you’re cute when you’re stern.” she hums softly, like an observation made in her mind that had merely escaped her rather than any real jest. "mm, that's o-okay...i don't need to soak just...wash up." as tempting as the idea of soothing her muscles with a long soak in the bath was, such was a venture better saved for tomorrow, when she could appreciate and relax in the waters rather than chance falling asleep within mere minutes. perhaps than she could persuade him to join her as well, so that they might both rest and unwind, so that she might do so while still getting to keep him close. "you sure you can carry me?" and it's clear this time she is taunting, the edges of her swollen lips shifting and head shifting to cast her eyes his way, a flicker of that fire back in her belly. "after i made your knees weak?"

fox had just known his girl would enjoy being the source of attention, all his team members drooling over her while they fisted their cocks, each vying for a chance to fuck and use her before the other. he was glad he had watched, simply settled himself down opposite the chaos and witnessed his beautiful girl slowly turn into a cumdump, a set of holes that his boys would use and toy with as they pleased. her cunt was never empty, her mouth always occupied with some part of a man's body. it had been amazing. the alcohol had helped loosen her up, he could still recall the tipsy giggles that had fallen from sinful lips as the first few dicks pushed inside her — when her cunt was tight and untouched. " that's why i'm cool with this baby , because i know that you love daddy's cock more than anything else . you'd do anything for it wouldn't you ? " no doubt there had been a few impressive lengths fucking her during the night, yet not once did fox feel insecure about his position in her life — he was her number one, veda was utterly besotted with him. the best part of it all was that fox felt the exact same way about her. he could fuck a dozen other girls and he would still ache for veda, for the tightness of her pussy and the softness of her curves. ever since his eyes had landed on her in that bar fox hadn't wanted to look anywhere else — and there was plenty to look at when you played on a successful hockey team.

" i know you princess , know you better than you know yourself honestly . so that's why i touch you the best , make you feel the best . " he'd witnessed her climaxing repeatedly throughout the night, those deep eyes squeezing shut in pleasure and her body trembling. it was such a beautiful sight, one he could appreciate fully considering he wasn't fucking her. " record it ? " suggestion causes his brows to rise before a knowing smile creeps across his lips . " wanna watch it back with me afterward baby ? get a chance to see what i do when you're being used up by the guys ?" it wouldn't be difficult to prop a phone up in the locker room, press record and let the depravity be recorded. what happened in the locker room stayed in the locker room, everyone knew that. he couldn't even count the amount of times he's accidentally walked in on one of his team members being sucked off or bending a fan over the middle bench. " but you're always sexy baby , no matter what you're doing you're always the sexiest girl in the room ." even now when she was entirely spent, when her limbs were loose and her skin painted with other men's seed fox could truthfully say she was the hottest woman he has ever seen. he watches in bemused silence as she so neatly and gently fixes him up, tucking his softening dick back inside his ruined boxers and then going as far as to zip his damn trousers up again. "fuckin' hell you're cute princess , if you weren't completely worn out i'd get down on my knees for you right now ." another side of veda that manages to melt his heart, how caring she is — how it's so easy and natural for the femme to go above and beyond for the people she cares for.

when her expression flickers and changes fox narrows his eyes in contemplation. he can't begin to fathom the tiredness pumping through her veins, how sore she must be from being positioned every which way by the guys. but he can't let his girl sleep on the fucking couch all night. " baby listen , listen . . . " knees bend slightly, allowing him to become eye level with her. " as much as i understand you're tired and sore you can't stay down here . i don't give a single fuck if my sheets get ruined , you're not standing up in the shower or staying down here ." she was too good for that, too precious. slowly he guides her down the hallway, which compared to the chaos of the living room is practically like a different house entirely. " no shower ", he concludes with a shake of his head ; discussion over. " i can run you a bath if you want ? fill it with those . . . bath salts ?" fox figures that's a nice compromise, from a man who normally doesn't relent with anything it always came so easy with veda. " and i'll carry you up the stairs princess , don't worry about walking . "

he goes about it as if it's the most natural thing, as if the close proximity to her exposed skin and his face trapped between her thighs is as natural an occurrence as them sharing a conversation. meanwhile, her own manicured nails are curling into the fabric of the satin robe, keeping together the parts of the material that hadn't already parted, like she was clutching the last thread that kept friendship from unraveling into something else. "i don't think you need another glass at all..." though perhaps she did — or perhaps she too had consumed too much, body alive with an energy she wasn't used to. "travis...someone could walk in..." it was unlikely, the theater having quieted, both guests and performers having departed for the evening. it didn't mean there was no stragglers such as themselves, people left scattered about and lost in conversation, workers who still had a job to do now that the building was mostly empty. but it's less a concern and more a half-hearted attempt to deny this, to deny him, to deny how beautiful he looks positioned between her legs and how badly she wishes for him to keep going on his journey. the wetness of his tongue has left a light shine along the inside of her thigh, a marker of where he has been, and just as collette begins to wonder what it might feel like to experience that same sensation in the place his nose had already teased, he reads her mind and obliges. the muscle flattens against the front of her lingerie in order to draw a soft gasp between her painted lips, in order to offer a preview of what was to come if she just allowed it. after all, what had travis ever done but been there for her? "show me." she breathes, daring to ease her milky legs further apart, to grant him better access. "make me feel good, travis."

travis could’ve easily taken a completely different route as compared to the one chosen now, talked it out and figured that maybe some other guy could’ve been the one to show her exactly what it was she had been missing except it wasn’t that. his friendship with her meant that he was comfortable enough to be sliding between her thighs and be the very person to expose her into this side of it all, choosing to break the boundaries of their friendship as the questionable sight of her in that lingerie be what he witnesses in that very moment. as to why she was even wearing such a piece in the first place could be questioned for later. his confidence was over the moon, actions brimming with such egoistic tones to it as travis sees her laid out on that couch right now. he doesn’t question the fact nor the number of people she had slept with before, touched her and pleased her in ways that didn’t involve needing her to simply lay there and enjoy the sight of her being pleasured. “don’t think i’d need another glass to tell you that i wouldn’t mind showing you properly.” it was almost as if he takes her teasings like a challenge, wanting to prove to her that not only was she missing out on an experience of a lifetime, but that he was definitely not just all talk, especially not when his tongue was dragging up her thighs. “who said anything about being a lady killer, huh?” his voice softer as he draws nearer to the space between her thighs, not for a single second would he tear his gaze away from her especially not when he parts his mouth just enough to let his tongue lay flat against the clothed warmth of her cunt and taste her as he drags it along her core. “i just want you to feel good.” as if forgoing the fact that there were some selfish intents to all this, how even he was bound to find some satisfaction in the primal way that he uses his mouth to explore his best friend’s folds, introducing her a new sensation that could truly keep her on her toes or at least for this, he’d prefer to make sure they stayed curled for him.

didnt get as much done as id hoped but its a start. big apologies if my replies are trash currently. 😭 i usually re-read and type things multiple times but right now, my brain isnt dissecting things like it usually does so were just hoping for the best. either way, i plan to be around and tackling more things tomorrow. ❤

Academic validation addict girl who’s failing her classes 🤝 perverted teacher who wants to take advantage of her

Making her do whatever it takes for her precious little grades. If you want them so badly, prove it. Get on your knees and show how much you want it..

Farleigh Start

Saltburn 2023

MIMI KEENE for the 2024 BAFTAS

his hands curl around her hips, eyes pinching shut as she rolls that perfect, pert ass back into him. there she was, his filthy fucking girl. she was as deranged as he, kinder maybe, but at the end of the day, the two of them were built from the same disgusting materials, wired with the same warped minds. she was too sweet to take what she wanted, so he would give it to her. he would give her mimmi and he would make sure she was the perfect little toy, would make sure she fulfilled all of his girl's fantasies whether it was with tear soaked eyes or not. "imagine having her suck your tits when they're sensitive, imagine those eyes looking up at you while you sit on her face. she'd be right here to eat your pussy anytime you want...anytime you're mad at me, you'll have her. god, you can even slide a strap in between those milky thighs. imagine how creamy she'd get on a strap. bet she's never been fucked, baby. bet she'll fucking worship you for making her feel so god damn good." despite his words, it's too soon that she's leaving, that she's moving away from him and towards the blonde and for a second he's worried. that is until she remarks about her appearance, casts that smile back his way. she was done for, she was already accepting his gift.

mimmi shudders at the touch, the gentleness the first bit she's been granted unless one counted the drinks of water she'd been more forced to take. and despite her position, despite her bound hands and ankles and the leering eyes of the man behind ana, she believes her words. she has no reason not to trust them. has such faith in the girl before her she doesn't even think ill of the eyes that trace down her body, the compliment warming her cheeks though the next words leave her confused. apology? how was she an apology? and an apology for what? whatever anger had seemed to exist between the two of them had quickly dispersed, ana smiling back at the male now, a brief loss of attention before it's back on her and she nods vigorously. she wouldn't, had no reason too — or so she thought. all mimmi knew was that she wanted out of the uncomfortable position, that she wanted the safe and familiar comfort of her own home.

she's for sure not going to get him award for not fucking mimmi in her absence any time soon, but that doesn't mean she isn't fucking relieved to hear it, knowing all too well just how reckless, inconsiderate, and selfish connor can be when it comes to taking care of his needs. "she's all tied up, connor, that doesn't exactly look like she's here of her own free will", anastasia whispers back without taking her eyes off mimmi, not sounding half as scandalized or shocked as she probably ought to be. a soft sigh runs through her petite body when he continues to whisper those deliciously sweet and seductive words into her ear. because damn, she is getting wet just at the image his words paint in her mind, instinctively pressing her ass firmly against him and grinding down gently against his hips. "connor", she attempts a final attempt to argue with him, but any argument she could make is quickly cut short when mimmi begins to fight against her restraints, immediately causing the brunette to push away from connor and head over to her, bridging the distance between them in a few quick steps. immediately, a dainty reaches out to cup the blonde's cheek gently. "hey, it's ok", she coos softly, "it's all good. nobody is going to hurt you." alas, that doesn't mean the aren't going to do other things to and with her. "gosh, you're so fucking pretty", ana sighs as she allows her gaze to wander down the blonde's body, coming to rest on her soft curves, "i get why he thought you'd be the perfect apology." there's a hint of a smile playing around the corners of her pink lips flashed connor's way, a nonverbal hint she's starting to appreciate his grand gesture. "do you promise not to scream when i pull out the rag?"

it was cruel, to taunt and demean her in front of the staff — but wasn't this what she'd asked for? to be taken in public? to have him fuck her in public like he'd told her he wanted to do so bad? except she'd lied. i won’t ask for help or cry or anything, i swear. perhaps gwen hadn't asked for help or cried in the way her words had implied, but cry she did — like a pathetic and desperate slut. they both knew that it'd been more than one glass of wine and that his fingers were the source most responsible for her babbling but she couldn't say that, could she? "i'm sorry." she whimpers, tears soaking her eyes as she casts her gaze his way. "i'm sorry. i'm s-so...oh god, i'm so sorry." though at this point she doesn't know if she's apologizing to the waiter or anthony or herself, her body betraying all the disdain she had for the man beside her. "i-i'll take wh-whatever. s-some cheesecake? do you...do you have c-cheesecake?" she's trying, oh, she's trying. her eyes even politely trail back to the male awaiting her order — but then that fingers slips into her core and she moans, eyes rolling back as her hips rock against his hand. "daddy..." there's likely no longer any question as to what's happening, gwen too lost in the pleasure to even think about the waiter, let alone think about what he thinks of her right now. "daddy, i need to cum." it's a plea that she doesn't even realize has escaped her, overwhelmed by the way he was working her, gripping onto his wrist and grinding down onto those two digits, fucking herself on them, willing to do whatever it took to reach that high she hadn't yet. "please."

maybe he should show her some mercy. the pleas that leave her lips, so desperate and overwhelmed by the situation, could soften a harder heart than his, but to him, they're long-desired sounds going straight to his cock. how could anthony possibly stop now when he finally has her where he wants her to be? and so his fingers continue to tease both her clit and her tight hole, turning her more and more into the whimpering mess he wants her to be. "what's wrong, babygirl?", he asks in a tone laced with mocked innocence before he looks at the waiter conspiratorially. "girls, huh? they have one glass of one wine and are a babbling mess", he says with a roll of his dark eyes, words followed by a dry chuckle, all while continuing to tease gwen, "i'm sorry she's making your job harder than it most likely already is." overwhelmed by this little play he seems to be rolled into, the waiter simply grins. "don't you want to apologize to our friendly waiter over here, baby?", he asks gwen in a tone that's very clearly rhetorical. for a moment, the thought of having her offer to make it up to the waiter crosses his mind but is as quickly discarded as it arose, too jealous and possessive to share her just yet. "i don't think she wants to have any dessert after all if she can't even say what she wants to order." broad shoulders shrug just as his index finger glides into her core, quickly joined by second finger.

he's even prettier when he moans — a thought that can't help but chime in like an announcement in veda's mind. what was it about a man so consumed by his pleasure that brought her the same, that made a warmth flood her insides and rush between her thighs? don't stop. she hadn't the intention, but it's still so lovely to hear — knowing such is sometimes the best praise that a man lost in satisfaction could offer. despite the request, and her urge to fulfill it, it's less than a minute later that she withdraws. there's a sloppy, wet sound as she pulls off his length, as she steadies her breath. it was clear that she cared little for the mess she was making of herself, for the ruined lipstick and drool that dripped down her chin, for the hand that was ruining the hairstyle she had carefully perfected before arriving at his place hours prior. what did she care if there was some trace of her act? if the ex he so wished to impress, got to bear witness to her adoration for him? for the praise he was receiving in her absence? such a revelation would surely make adam's evening all the better. and what else was she here for than to make sure it was everything he hoped and more? "will you cum for me, adam?" a voice that is far too delicate and innocent for her current state, for the hand that strokes along his saliva slick cock. "you had such wonderful food prepared for this evening but i bet none of it is as tasty as your cum." something she's eager to find out, her lips wrapping back around the head, doe eyes gazing at him in a wordless plea as she begins bobbing once more on his length. each descent on his cock is deep enough to make her gag, to make her throat constrict around him time and time again. it's only after she's built back up that steady pace that she presses herself further yet, presses through the resistance until her stretched lips are brushing against his pelvis, until the intrusion on her throat is enough to cause her eyelashes to flutter, manicured nails curling against the sides of his thighs in an attempt to hold the position for him a moment longer.

even if his date for the night was someone whom he had hired specifically for this event, adam liked to believe that he still felt like he had to find ways to keep the boundaries that the two established prior to this event. he didn’t want to make it seem as if he were taking advantage of her, to be getting off on such offers when he hadn’t even paid for this part of the date. he had promised her that all he needed was good conversation and someone that could help him feel as if time would move faster than slow. if he were to look at it from another perspective, she was still doing just that for him. adam felt bad that the situation had shifted so quickly all because of another woman, because of the very reason why he needed to have someone by his side tonight. it became all the more obvious that he wanted to show off that he hadn’t been hung up over the sudden break up and that he had found some stability in being with veda. how quickly would he be humbled, but how much quicker was she to be on her toes and draw him away from any possibility of spiraling down and crumbling whatever image the two had formed for others tonight. she says these words that draw him closer to her and further away from the problems that loomed in his mind, forcibly shifting his attention on the magnificent sight at hand and the jaw dropping performance that she participates in. her mouth as filthy as it was now, adam was finding it harder to deny himself of such pleasures. his need to be proper could only be useless against a siren like her that draws out the moans out of his mouth, allowing a part of him to wish that he could’ve easily taken this very moment and kept it in his head to replay over and over again. she was beautiful like this that he can’t help but grip onto her dark locks tighter. “holy shit—“ were the words that come out of his mouth, his abdomen tightening and his cock pulsating in her mouth. “veda …. don’t stop.” and he gives into her mouth, nodding his head as he keeps his eyes locked on hers. “fucking suck that cock, gorgeous.” the temptation over her growing and consuming him more. “just like that … god, yes.”