Well, I knew it'd disappear, still didn't save it dammit. So the fiction is older!joel miller and reader who is a life gaurd at a pool and teaches sarah to swim. Joel finds her in the shower rooms saying his name and well, we all know where its going but then i lost the bloody fic T T
Can someone pls tag it or the author :)
(leeville is all i remember)
entertainment weekly
They can, take me. Like you don't understand. Just TAKE ME.
play fighting is so fucking hot, oh no I got pinned down by you on the bed we better not fuck or anything that would be crazy
Getting pinned to the wall by a beautiful girl named centrifugal force
Midday. Sitting on my knees with my ass up in the air. Thoughts? Just wanna be fingered by an older man and have my clit rubbed until I'm drooling on the sheets. Have my hole clenching around nothing while you tease my endlessly enjoying my frustration.
Then finally when I've dripped down my thighs, grab my hips and give me you cock. Pound me until you're satiated and have spurted your spill over me. And then we go for round two.
Just simple things.
'you still listen to music from 10 years ago 🤨?' bitch if prehistoric humans had audio recording technology id be sat up here listening to grog and unga bunga's greatest hits don't play with me
hi everyone, i wanna just make a note to share soundgasm links that i find here :3
Website : Soundgasm.com
Website : Patreon.com
(for this you will need to include a creators name such as "Professor cal soundgasm")
Website : Search Soundgasm - https://www.flaru.com/en/soundgasm.net/
(here you are able to search and find more specific audios which come from soundgasm)
Green - Creators | Red - Audios
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• lxvesicck : http://patreon.com/Ixvesicck
I want to hold his hand. I want to hold his hand. I want to hold his hand. I want to hold his hand. I want to hold his hand. I want to hold his hand. I want to hold his hand. I want to hold his hand. I want to hold his hand. I want to hold his hand. I want to hold his hand. I want to hold his hand. I want to hold his hand. I want to hold his hand. I want to hold his hand. I want to hold his hand. I want to hold his hand. I want to hold his hand. I want to hold his hand. I want to hold his hand. I want to hold his hand. I want to hold his hand. I want to hold his hand. I want to hold his hand. I want to hold his hand. I want to hold his hand.
And I'm irrevocably in love with him.
This. Little. Shit. Alright dont make conversation end it there, but the least you could have done was to respond to my text. basic social curtsey. but no. little mr. pompous, we’re above that aren’t we?
blame me for thinking he would reply at some point; ive dragged myself and my rgo through the mud hoping to talk, to get something outta him. only to be left in the garbage every. single. time. im tired. i dont feel like i have the strength to go after you anymore harsh. how do i tell you i have eyes for you and you only? that my heart just doesn’t wanna let go? i want to go after you keep goin after you if it could mean we have even a tiny chance, but im just so tired. its like professing your love to a wall you know?
but not one text. no “hi, i went offline again”
everything’s telling me to stop but why can’t i let go? what spell do you have me under?
and now i shall debate with myself about whether i should ever text you back. but, i know somewhere that it’ll somehow come back to me pinging you again. it always does.
