{that was my thought especially with how big they are }
Zacky was the sort of man that took pride in everything that he did performance wise. That meant in his career mostly but there was also the truth behind he cared about how he made women feel when he was with them. Most people probably thought that he didn't but he didn't exactly want a reputation of being horrible in bed - it would hurt his pride. Which was certainly something that Zacky cared even more for. He put his heart and soul into everything that he did.
Smirking to himself, Zacky wondered how long he would have to push Rosalie until she asked for it. He'd fuck her, sure, but at some point, he would manipulate her until she was withering under him. Until she was a puddle at his fingertips; just begging for more from him. From what he had been told by women throughout his wife, being fucked was one thing but to have a man laying between your legs, worshipping you like his life depended on it was an entirely different situation.
Settling into his bunk, Zacky picked out a movie. He realized belatedly that he hadn't brought back a drink or anything to snack on. Groaning, Zacky climbed right back out of his bunk and headed back out to the main area of the bus to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. After such a heavy night of drinking, Zacky was desperate just to be hydrated. He passed by Rosalie on the way back to his bunk and he made eye contact with her, not bothering to hide the little smirk he flashed in her direction before he disappeared.
Zacky was the sort of man that took pride in everything that he did performance wise. That meant in his career mostly but there was also the truth behind he cared about how he made women feel when he was with them. Most people probably thought that he didn't but he didn't exactly want a reputation of being horrible in bed - it would hurt his pride. Which was certainly something that Zacky cared even more for. He put his heart and soul into everything that he did.
Smirking to himself, Zacky wondered how long he would have to push Rosalie until she asked for it. He'd fuck her, sure, but at some point, he would manipulate her until she was withering under him. Until she was a puddle at his fingertips; just begging for more from him. From what he had been told by women throughout his wife, being fucked was one thing but to have a man laying between your legs, worshipping you like his life depended on it was an entirely different situation.
Settling into his bunk, Zacky picked out a movie. He realized belatedly that he hadn't brought back a drink or anything to snack on. Groaning, Zacky climbed right back out of his bunk and headed back out to the main area of the bus to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. After such a heavy night of drinking, Zacky was desperate just to be hydrated. He passed by Rosalie on the way back to his bunk and he made eye contact with her, not bothering to hide the little smirk he flashed in her direction before he disappeared.
May 28th, 2018 at 05:04am