( a handful of minutes ticks by. ani counts them down in cigar puffs, cedar and leather and cum on her tongue, nicotine-buzzed. it's a calculated type of starvation when embry's always barking in her ear, lighting up her phone like a damn dog waiting to be fed. the mutt who thinks he's the master.
finally, once she's had her fill of leaving him dangling, the one little act of rebellion embry moore lets her keep without rehab and ndas and bitching: )
then hit me with a fucking noise complaint, counselor i know you're just dyin to give me another boring ass lecture on "discretion" and all your little rules
( she shifts, careful not to nudge into ash. asleep, dead to the world. the only time he looks warm, the ice in his eyes thawing. is warm, maybe. they don't touch in their sleep — ash's aftercare begins and ends with what's standard practice. sugar, hydration, lotion gently kneaded into the swollen, abused swell of her ass. still as pink as the silk of her sheets, ani thinks, as they caress her overheated skin.
but never any holding her. she tells herself it's more honest that way. that she likes the ruin. that she can go without the coddling, if someone needs her, looks at her. if she matters. if she isn't someone the world can ignore anymore. love fades, but status? that lingers, if you make it. )
pussy's perfect, thanks for asking you wanna come check her out? maybe kiss the president’s bruises away like a good little deputy? đŸ¥º
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finally, once she's had her fill of leaving him dangling, the one little act of rebellion embry moore lets her keep without rehab and ndas and bitching: )
then hit me with a fucking noise complaint, counselor
i know you're just dyin to give me another boring ass lecture on "discretion" and all your little rules
( she shifts, careful not to nudge into ash. asleep, dead to the world. the only time he looks warm, the ice in his eyes thawing. is warm, maybe. they don't touch in their sleep — ash's aftercare begins and ends with what's standard practice. sugar, hydration, lotion gently kneaded into the swollen, abused swell of her ass. still as pink as the silk of her sheets, ani thinks, as they caress her overheated skin.
but never any holding her. she tells herself it's more honest that way. that she likes the ruin. that she can go without the coddling, if someone needs her, looks at her. if she matters. if she isn't someone the world can ignore anymore. love fades, but status? that lingers, if you make it. )
pussy's perfect, thanks for asking
you wanna come check her out? maybe kiss the president’s bruises away like a good little deputy? đŸ¥º