My name is Izzie Rotschild and I'm 17. I'm a Junior at Malcolm Hunt, and I'm a writer. If you have any problems with that, or my girl's nickname, I'll just kindly ask you to fuck off.
this is rp.
“Yeah. I just fucking wanna see you all the time.” He said, smiling wide. He started rocking his hips a bit down onto the other’s cock. He couldn’t help but bite out a dirty moan, his cheeks turning even more red than before. “I want you too. I need you. Please… tell me how we should do this… I can… I can fucking ride you or… missionary.” He whined out, biting his bottom lip. “I just… fuck… I have lube and anything you need. I have everything we need.” He said before leaning down to kiss up the other’s shoulder.
Izzie wasn’t the one to swear, but. “Fuck. Fuck fuck” Was, apparently, the only thing he was able to say as Mason moved, because then there was friction, and. He chocked back a noise, embarrassed, kissing his boyfriend so he wouldn’t have to worry about words for a bit. “Just… tell me how you l-like it… I want it to be good for you…” he managed to say, kissing him again and again, tentatively reaching down to touch Mason’s cock, feeling it on his hand, wrapping his fingers around the other’s length. He wanted that, and he wanted it so much; he thought, stroking him with his lips parted, breathing raggedly already. It was a lot to wrap his mind around, but it was proving to be much less hard than he’d thought.
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