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Adrian Chase not wanting to stop when eating you out because that’s what best friends do!!🫠

“Hey,” Adrian whimpered. The lower half of his face dripping with slick, his lips parted as he took deep breath after deep breath. His hair was brushed back, your fist full of his curled hair—it was the only way you could get him to actually stop, pulling him back forcefully. He looked up at you through the top of his silver rims, his glasses crooked over his cheeks.

“You alright?” Adrian questioned as you pulled his head away from your overworked cunt. As if to comfort you, his grip on your thighs tightened momentarily. He needed to know you were alright to continue. Needed that green-light to keep going. This bonding session is serious to him—you are his best friend in the whole wide world, after all. “You’ll let me keep going, yea?”

See, you would’ve agreed half an hour ago, and not when you were two orgasms in, teetering on your third. Your entire body was shaking, your breathing erratic and your heartbeat was going at a concerning rate. The fire in the pit of your stomach never lessened.

“Ain’t you tired?” You asked, attempting to reach out to Adrian, acting (though, you really were) concerned. “No,” he shook his head quickly and almost immediately. “You’d be able to tell, right? My best friend would know if I was getting tired.” Of course you’d be able to tell when he was getting tired! What a silly question.

Adrian Chase looked out for his best friend. Adrian Chase made sure his BFF never felt unsatisfied; emotionally, physically, or sexually. That’s what best friends do, right?

You whined, throwing your head back, looking up at the ceiling before closing your eyes. “I’ll be quick, I promise. I’d never lie to you.” He just lied.

He pressed a delicate kiss onto your clit before dragging his tongue over your folds, looking up at you as he did so. “Hurry up,” you mumbled, giving Adrian the green light he so desperately needed. “Yes, ma’am.”

I am so serious when I say this Adrian Chase might be rhe closest man to my dream husband Baby please come home!! the cats miss you!!