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…⠀✰ ׁ ⌟ ⠀⇢ 【 ׁ 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝔦𝙰．】
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“You’ll bend over for me.” He’s stated, factually. “One way or another. Though, personally, I think you’d look better with your mouth bursting at the seams with my cock. I’m welcome to try, like you said, & I feel like I wanna take that challenge on now.”
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“I respect your choice but I really insist you let me at least take you home then. Depending on how much we drink, it’s just an overbearing need to make sure you’re safe. Even if we barely know each other. If you agree to that, it’s a deal.”
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“Well good thing I’m not a werewolf because then you would hate me even more than you do already.” He’s not sure if they genuinely hate him but he’s definitely annoying them and he can easily pick that up in their tone. Not that it really bothers him.
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“I hear that a lot and still manage to be disappointed so excuse me if I choose to just rely on experience. No offense, of course.”
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“Fine. No more alcohol for now. Besides. You’re far more interesting than being blackout drunk.” Leaning forward and shoving the stuff aside. “What are you? Let’s start with that. Seems like the most simple and basic question to ask.”
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Fat sigh. “Hmmm. Dinner? Movies? Skating? I’m really good at skating. I like the rink. Not ice skating though. I don’t like the cold that much.”
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Troia.
I can’t be mature ever cause I’ve been cackling at these cock poses in sweats as I’ve been scrolling for pics in reddit and I am so entertained. Ahhh the life of a NSFW writer. Lmaooo.
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“I have a lot of questions. Start with your request and then I’ll ask my questions.” He signals to the waiter for some water, much to his dissatisfaction. The waiter takes a minute but brings it over. A lot of questions was putting it lightly. His brain was exploding.
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He sits there, legitimately stunned for a brief moment. “Yes. You have one request.” He collapses back and stares with confusion that whatever just happened, did. “What do you want? Anything.” Within reason, of course. “Do I really need to take a break?”
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His heart is pounding in his chest. So much so that he couldn’t deny that for once in his life after so long, he was genuinely terrified. “I don’t understand, mate.” His speech slurs a bit from the amount of alcohol flushing his system now as it works.
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It felt as if he had consumed a dangerous amount of shrooms. As the room dimmed, he thought it was his eyes playing tricks on him, but then something began to move. He felt like he was tweaking, but he wasn’t. It was surreal but questionable at the same time.
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“Maybe so, but at least it’ll be worth the fun of it all.” He thrusts himself back, legs spread open, & head lolling around in his now drunken state. He typically doesn’t let himself be so vulnerable around someone he doesn’t know, but it’s fine.
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