[The presence of her soft hands across his rough skin and tired muscles was always welcome, large form taking a seat as she pushed him down. Thick thighs parted as he looked up, smirk growing upon his lips.]

Help yourself, curls.
Reposted from ๐“ฒ ๐’๐€๐๐‰๐ˆ เน‘ หš.
( lips tilt in a smile filled to the brim with dark promise, palms taking the long, arduous path โ€” gliding over firm, plated muscle to his shoulders, all but forcing him to sit. )

then let me do what i want with you.

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