hail the king.

Vicky kept the frown on her face as she looked up at him. "Yes, you eventually did," she agreed. "That doesn't mean I am just going to spread my legs for you." She shook her head and took her hands away from his. "Not my fault you decided to say that you never wanted to have sex with me. Could've taken the deal and all your sexual frustrations would've been swept away but you didn't." She shrugged her shoulders carelessly.

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"Jesus fucking Christ," Brian snapped when he felt her nails dig roughly into his shoulder. He shook his head, but allowed her to push him onto the ground. "If I fucked more girl's like you then I would have no issues right now, but I am finding it rather fucking difficult to control myself" he muttered; mainly to himself. He let out a soft groan as she bit down on his lips, but it soon turned loud as she slid down on his cock. "Too fucking hard to control myself from finishing. Far too fucking tight" he grunted.

Effie moaned and tossed her head back as she started to ride him, not caring if he finished before she did. She was used to it. And once she got going, it wasn't hard to finish herself off. But it would be nice if he could hold off until she came. But she doubted he could. She dug her nails into his chest and slid them down his stomach, grabbing his sides and gripping them tightly. "Oh fuck, Bri," she mewled, looking down at him and leaning down, pressing her lips to his jaw and sucking lightly on his skin.

Jimmy sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Alright, fine," he said. "But don't come crawling back to me when you wish you had hopped on this dick when you had the chance!" He turned and walked away from her, going to find more alcohol to drown himself in. Because if he couldn't get laid, then he wanted to get completely shitfaced.