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Think: SUNDRESS MISHAPS
Surely the Izana can contain himself when you give them a warm hug. Nipples so see through and get hard under this boiling weather? Izana thought to himself. He deeply respects you. Enough to steal bits of your intimate clothing and feverishly splash his essence all over them every night. Don’t blame him when you have him feeling all sweaty after you bend over to swiftly dust off your dress. Back so arched up, your cute plump ass just waiting to get slapped and stained with his cum. God you’re so sexy, jus wanna explore the depths of your tight pussy and have your spit collide with mine for more stimulation, fuck you slow speed it up, watching your hands clench onto the sheets begging for more attention, more power, more erratic thrusts and care. Fuck he’s going to shoot blanks by the time he’s done with your minx self. Bet you like seeing me this riled up don’t you. Baby the things you do to me will ruin me one day, how good can you get in bed? Are shy or hungry? You bratty? Whips? Passionate? Fuck I’m going wild jus wanna see that pretty pussy bounce and wrap around me so hard. You wanna squirm on me? Think you can take this dick? Go on lemme see you. Fuck me good and ride me to the brink of overdrive. Damn-
“You think I won’t have you squirting right now fucking minx?” Silence. All that was heard was silence. Well other than life continuing outside of the Range Rover both of you were in and his breathing going fucking mad cause ain’t no way Izana just thought out loud. The split realisation his brain had received was enough to have his already flustered cheeks turn a shade deeper in embarrassment. Ain’t no fuckin way.
“Izana”
“ Uh- fuck yeah?”
“Do my tits look alright? Not sure about this dress I picked out”
Are you fucking serious? Did you not just hear him mutter such filth? And tits? You can’t be serious.
“Iza… what’s wrong? Do I look awful in this dress?” You reached your hand out as always to lock with his without any clue on how misleading this looks. Your hardened nipples, soft fingers grazing his thumb for support and your intoxicating scent makes Izana think you really do this for sport. Torturing him into submission.
“Nah bae you look good, always I promise” took a lot for him to say that. When you look this fuckable. Genuinely complimenting you, he scanned your face but failed cause of those lips. Glossy, plumped cherry scented lips just waiting for his greedy dick to ram your throat. The type to like it rough but looks so put together, he digs that. Or just you.
“Really? I knew that was jus fucking witcha! But thank you! Now there was a cute purse I caught scrolling through my pins..” you rambled and rambled but all Iza heard was “throat me daddy I’ll take it”. God the things you do to him.