𓏴𓏴 𝐩𝐚𝐯𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐚 🍰 :
He hesitates for a second—eyes wide, disbelief written all over his face—but damn if curiosity didn’t win out. Now he’s lying there, legs trembling, trying to catch his breath while I’m the one smirking like the devil made flesh. His voice is all broken whispers and half-begged “Bro, what the hell was that?” while I’m already wanting round two, cocky as ever, knowing full well he’ll let me. He says it’s a “one-time thing.” He said that last time too. Now he’s avoiding my eyes, cheeks red like I didn’t just ruin his whole worldview, but I can feel it in the way he twitches when I lean closer, the way his breath hitches when my fingers graze his waist again. “I thought you wanted to practice, bro,” I murmur, words laced with mock innocence. His jaw tightens—he hates how much he doesn’t hate this. “Last time,” he mutters, voice shaky, conviction gone. But he’s already spreading his legs without realizing it, and I’m already planning how badly I'm gonna overstimulate him all over again.
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