He kinda wants a girl who's tits he can just smack around.
Not even sexually, just for the thrill of it.
Might?
No, they have to.
Because Van walked right up behind her, slipped the free use pass down the collar of her shirt and into her bra, to the surely pleased, if shocked, eyes of the public.
He grabbed her skirt with his free hand, then YANKED it up. Over ass an back both,-
There's always that unspoken feeling... That desire to protect a flower... The desire to keep a garden in peak form.
A desire that is no longer in his mind as he watches her lean over the counter. In the back room, even fully visible, Van started to pull his clothes off.
Well, watching her ass and her hips as she walks away, it's gonna be hard for him to hold back.
No limitations, no expiration... Then he needed only to wait for the perfect time. Or the right audience member.
And he's gonna take his DEAR, SWEET time reading it...
Passing it around in his fingers... Looking between it and Belle, just to tease her...
Definitely giving this kind of card to @BullyPract...!
After?
With that amount, they're barely at the half way mark. He's just taking a break to get a drink.
How @BullyPract tends to leave her looking after they "hang out"... π€€
"You want to be...?"
His finger pulled back... He found her clit again, and started a gentle rolling. The pressure against it high, even as he moved in slow, short circles.
"Or you ARE my woman, and always have been...?"
"Say it clearly, kiddo..."
A finger of his own dove into the pink slit. Too slim by far, and it only dove an inch inside of her.
"I want you to tell me what you want."
Do him a favor, start assuming your crush is taken from now on.
Ain't a chance in hell that body ain't being claimed by your better on the daily.
"You will be..."
His fingers moved around, rubbed her bare stomach, and then slipped underneath her panties. Tips teased at her folds, at her clit, and his cock ground faster, harder.
"I know you can be... You're such a good girl, you'll be my good girl..."
Pushing forward... He ground against her, his cock's broad too directly against the lace.
"Mine..."
He whispered into her ear, his lips against the edge...
The door was left open, not a secret between them to be kept from her family. Van stepped into her room and put a single, strong hand against one of her lace garbed hips.
His dick pressed against her other cheek, through the thin sweats.
And for as close as they lived, it didn't take long for him to show up. Hoodie and sweats and nothing underneath, he was hardly half as well presented.
When he let himself in, Van just caught the hint of her legs as she rushed. And of course, he was quick to follow.
His arm visibly stopped, then he rolled his eyes and hung up the call without a word. It was gonna be a pain to put his pants on, he didn't need to stare at a cunt while doing it.
But soon, he was on his way...
Staring directly at his dick... Until he turned the camera, the almost chiseled, youthful features.
"Like my woman... *My* fuck buddy... No one else's."
"If I do, you're mine. You get that, right?"
In truth, that dick would be a total pain to stuff into any pants. It was annoyingly massive, really.










