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text; un: kboy88

[kobes]

guess who just landed bitcjhhhhhhhhhhhhjjjjjjj

@mr.wright – text

[masticated]

I hear there's a party tonight.
Save some of your time for me, for old time's sake.

text 🌙 @SELENE

[nightsung]

How are the yoni steams treating you? Hopefully they're clearing the rabble out 🩵

— action.

[ailerons]

[ The hallway outside of her room. The door is closed perfectly shut, the doorknob unturned, not an atom out of place. It's only obvious in the hallway: a single poker chip from outside the manor, rimmed in bright yellow, lying flat against plush carpet. Ten grand, from one of the larger casinos on the strip.

Inside, Jake's on her bed. Like he belongs there, like he never left it. A dark henley and jeans, shoes kicked off, one arm pillowed behind his head, legs stretched out with his ankles crossed over one another. The other hand holding open a book against his stomach, the meat of his palm hiding the title as he reads. He holds it from the top, his middle finger splitting between the pages.

He grins at her the minute she enters. Bright, gleaming. He doesn't even so much as straighten. From a small gap in the curtains, a soft ray of sunlight blooms, catching against the necklace he wears. Gold band, linked through on a silver chain. ]

Hi, honey.

[ How long's it been since he saw her. Couple months, almost a year? No outside calls while he'd been locked up. Not a lot of ones before then, either. A postcard on her birthday, maybe; a call at Christmas, never from the same number. ]

text | un: @goat

[dualitys]

( at some ungodly, early hour a new message arrives. good morning, ex-wife #3. tbh, there was probably a video of him jacking off earlier in the week so enjoy something tamer than usual. )

text — un: LITTLEPRINCE

[hymen]

[ late, late, late at night, when he's 100% positive ash is asleep. ]

i'm pretty sure they could hear you guys fucking in wales.

[ he's intimately familiar with the kind of ass-beating that comes with all that fucking noise — glorious and sexy and absolutely ruinous and fuck he wishes he was in the room while it was happening, he wishes any part of it had happened to him. they have to be more careful than usual here. there are so many fucking guests. ]

i know he's good at the aftercare, but how's your pussy?