@generationalcrow

"still sad?" while getting head from your two best friends after crashing at their shared apartment. not being able to tell whose hands keep your thighs spread wide open and whose fingers are currently knuckle-deep inside of you, determined to prove to you that squirting can cure a broken heart. open-mouthed kisses trailed all the way from your pussy to your jaw, letting you taste yourself on their lips and tongues and fingers. instead of crying over the mess you found yourself in, they'd rather see you cry over the mess they're about to make of you when you take both of them in the same hole—but for now they'll let their tongues spell out each other's names around your clit until you forget what you were even sad about to begin with

thinking about meeting up with your beloved at a dinner party or fancy event, wading through the guests until you see him across the room. he’s immaculately dressed, and you tilt your head with a smile as you take him in — the same time as he’s eyeing you up and down in your dress with a light smirk of his own.

the move to each other is flirtatiously slow, indulgently purposeful. his fingertips finding your spine framed by your low dress, tracing up your skin to urge you closer before leaning in with a “well hello beautiful..” whispered to your mouth.