He’s deciding if he wants to ravish you against the wall..or in the floor.
There are words for people like you.
You’re a bad, bad person.
AND FUCK, BEFORE THIS EVENING I HAD OVARIES.
Just think, Cal, look at that little smirk.
He’s made up his mind, and now he’s thinking of all the ways he can make you scream.
And there are words for people like you.
Hands. Robert Carlyle’s hands.
OH BB ! OUR OVARIES ARE IMMORTAL !
Yes. Sucking her neck ?! Hmm, maybe a love bite here and there…oh, what about, a love bite down there…
Indeed there are XD
Ugh, Bobby’s hands. Those long, slim, clever fingers and aaaall the things he could do with them. Just sliding and pinching and rubbing and ooooh….
Yes, and then biting all down neck and collarbone, biting flesh and then soothing tongue and lower and lower…
Fuck, just look at his face. He knows what he could do to you and he LOVES it.
Yees, going further..searching for something with his fingers, and then…he hits that spot which makes us see the stars and the universe.
Lower, and lower, leaving a trail of saliva on your navel…
Bitch please, he’s eye fucking us.
Just such long, useful fingers, just searching and then yes, yes, there it is, slow and long and deep and guuuuuuuuuh….
Just biting and sucking skin and then swirling that tongue around and around, and finding little sensitive spots, smirking when you moan…
Yes, so much eyesex going on.