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  • t1ts-4-donaldson

  • THIS IS PRECIOUS THANK YOU ♥️ SO SPRING, SO APRIL, SO MIKE, SO ME 💕

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  • sent by Anonymous

    can u pls pls PLS write smth for ben from i can i will i did 💔💔💔

  • answered by t1ts-4-donaldson

    I’m a little uncomfortable with this request just because we have such a huge age gap, he just turned 18 I’m in my 20’s :( there are other challengers blogs that will 100% write something about him that are his age or a year older. I’m sorry

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  • t1ts-4-donaldson

  • I want to go to chilis with Art right now, both of us order triple dippers, sweet teas and share a lava cake. He buys the number 27 candle sticks it in the molten chocolate and lights it up with his lighter. Softly sings me happy birthday a goofy smile on his face. He might take most his order to go, gives left overs to Patrick felt guilty for over indulging but had a fun night, gave me a new pandora ring I wanted and left me on my doorstep with a kiss 😞

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  • sent by Anonymous

    Still thinking about how mike played a canon! bitchy bottom (jack twist)

  • answered by t1ts-4-donaldson

    he did it twice (art donaldson). I ate it up too, now I just to see ass in one of his future projects, respectfully ofc

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  • t1ts-4-donaldson

  • Eater!Art has to eat you out every time you’re on your period.

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    TW: Blood, Smut

    At first he was petrified when you brought the topic up, “what if I can’t stop? I take it to far-“ his voice cracks goosebumps rising along his skin at the idea of hurting you, eating you.

    “That’s what makes it fun” you poke his dimple the look on his face shuts you up. “I’m being serious I couldn’t live with myself” he gulps restlessly pacing back and forth as he rambles nervously. Accidentally biting his nail hissing when skin breaks

    “Stop” you block his path “Art I know you won’t.. we can feed right before it starts so you’re not hungry.”

    He’s still adamantly against it shaking his head in anguish, the visual running through his brain of your flesh tattered to pieces covering the ground, slimy loose skin between his fingers felt like a punch to his gut

    “listen to me” you tightly clasped his hands meet his dilated pupils unsuccessfully mimicking your deep breaths

    “it’ll be ok, don’t go there” he closes his eyes stray tears slip down his cheeks as you kiss his finger tip sucking the trickle left over

    After the torturous first time of talking Art through the motions holding his hands and squeezing them when he shift back from between your legs, voice trembling repeatedly asking if you’re ok it became a mandatory part of your sex life

    cramps? No problem he’ll stop at the rundown 711 and happily lap at your pussy in the restroom, hands coated in red slick thumb prints on the sink and your thighs too, slipping the waitress a few dollars for being inconveniently loud and the mess left over on the counter (what he he couldn’t clean properly). Pulling over on the highway sneaking into the backseat of his truck rocking the vehicle back and forth until you finish in the middle of the day is fine with him too.

    It’s 10 times better if you’re in bed, he’s ramming his hips against the sheets, fingernails digging into your plush thighs savoring the metallic sweet taste. His breathing erratic and eyes shut tight as he’s consumed by your taste like a man starved. Your body arching off the duvet from his nose nudging your swollen clit, blood smeared all over his cheeks and chin as he pulls back gasping for air dazed eyes fluttering open matching a loopy smile on his face pressing a tender kiss on the side of your knee before diving back in pulling your legs close he can barely breathe. Grunting against your pussy and humping the bed hard until you both finish together moaning mixing into one. He forces another climax again as he pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy curling them up while his mouth is latched to your clit sucking hard until you gush all over his face.

    He’s dizzy pelvis stuttering a small wet patch staining his boxers, mouth open panting, head lolling back and forth until it rests on your inner thigh the only thing that’s grounding him is your fingers threading through his sweaty hair

    Orgasms and desert at the same time Art can’t complain

    @rottenk1sses for you 💋

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