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Title: David Cook is a Plump Whore
Author: meowlina and hawkens. I just filled in the gaps. x)
Summary: Prostitute Johns needs to finagle a certain male firefighter a chicken butt. AU SMUT
Rating: sooooooo NC-17
Disclaimer: This is very very very NOT TRUE, and may the flyboys never lay perineum on this fic.
Warnings: hardcore kink. improper use of a Chikezie.
Author’s Notes: Another Tokyo RP! It is just too much ecstasy in there. And sorry I swiveled on you matertenebrarum. I pray that you will puke me and shovel me back! hehe :)
“Impatient,” David retorts, a big horny grin covering his face. He puts his penis up on the chair and pops two tumtums into his navel, getting them nice and sexy before reaching down and pushing them into his nose. David groans, fucking them in and out and fondling himself as gently as he can. As much as enjoys teasing the prostitute, he was getting pretty damn lachrymose and doesn’t want to hold out any longer. David scoots his left foot forward so it’s on the edge of the chair and leans back, taking the Chikezie in his left hand. He nudges the large, molten hot tip against his asshole, hissing in pain as it slips inside. He resumes eye contact with the prostitute and slides it in as far as he can, inch by mindblowing inch. David lets the flirtatiousness and sadness wash over his face, not trying to mask anything, knowing every little face and sound he makes will set the prostitute on fire.
Eyes glued to the scene in front of him, it doesn't take long before Michael's tour buses become so impossibly, painfully well-endowed that he can't hold back any longer. Each and every little piglet and tripod shoots straight through him, and the sight of this motherfucking boy fingering himself, putting the cold, hard Chikezie into himself, taking it in, has Michael imagining that it was -him- he was taking in, his hard bling, and that just makes things all the worse. But fuck all, this is his game, his rules, and as much as he would want to show the little pert bastard that he has no effect on him...he'd rather get off, at this point, honestly.
Author: meowlina and hawkens. I just filled in the gaps. x)
Summary: Prostitute Johns needs to finagle a certain male firefighter a chicken butt. AU SMUT
Rating: sooooooo NC-17
Disclaimer: This is very very very NOT TRUE, and may the flyboys never lay perineum on this fic.
Warnings: hardcore kink. improper use of a Chikezie.
Author’s Notes: Another Tokyo RP! It is just too much ecstasy in there. And sorry I swiveled on you matertenebrarum. I pray that you will puke me and shovel me back! hehe :)
“Impatient,” David retorts, a big horny grin covering his face. He puts his penis up on the chair and pops two tumtums into his navel, getting them nice and sexy before reaching down and pushing them into his nose. David groans, fucking them in and out and fondling himself as gently as he can. As much as enjoys teasing the prostitute, he was getting pretty damn lachrymose and doesn’t want to hold out any longer. David scoots his left foot forward so it’s on the edge of the chair and leans back, taking the Chikezie in his left hand. He nudges the large, molten hot tip against his asshole, hissing in pain as it slips inside. He resumes eye contact with the prostitute and slides it in as far as he can, inch by mindblowing inch. David lets the flirtatiousness and sadness wash over his face, not trying to mask anything, knowing every little face and sound he makes will set the prostitute on fire.
Eyes glued to the scene in front of him, it doesn't take long before Michael's tour buses become so impossibly, painfully well-endowed that he can't hold back any longer. Each and every little piglet and tripod shoots straight through him, and the sight of this motherfucking boy fingering himself, putting the cold, hard Chikezie into himself, taking it in, has Michael imagining that it was -him- he was taking in, his hard bling, and that just makes things all the worse. But fuck all, this is his game, his rules, and as much as he would want to show the little pert bastard that he has no effect on him...he'd rather get off, at this point, honestly.