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Whenever the words: Cherry, West coast, Audi A8, pole vaulting, badminton, Gatorade, lakes, fireflies, creeks, docks, boats, sunsets, sunrise, yellow flowers, lilies, fields, friendship, picnics, truck, farm, leeches, ice cream parlor, flying, airplanes, diners, drive in theaters, psychology project, hangouts, 18'2, nerd, banana pudding, pictures, lighthouse, and treading come up

All I hear is "Take my breath away" and I can't help but cry everytime.

He's close. So close.

You can feel every muscle tensing around you, like how you're clenching around him. Bodies sweating.

Wet sloppy squelching can be heard in the back seat of his car, tinted windows fogged up with how hot it became, the a/c not helping with the heat at all

Loving how he fills you to the brim with his length and grith, veins being felt with every movement he does. It was heavenly yet sinful.

You could tell he was near, he was a moaning mess, gripping your hips tightly as his thrusts became sloppy in seconds, thighs flexing underneath you, groaning every now and then.

He was pounding you down on him in the backseat furiously whispering sweet nothings begging you for release. The covers of the seat held a a patchwork of arousal right underneath where you two were connected.

Your essence frothing at the base of his cock, as he kissed your neck leaving wet marks that painted your skin.

Toes curled as you were bouncing on him. Walls clenching, moaning incoherently, whimpering even. It doesn't take a genius to know he felt good. He, felt good.

PRESIDENT, GODDESS, ETHEREAL BEING.

The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.