JOHN PRICE - GIVING HIM A BLOWJOB
— warning: in no way this is meant to sexualize anyone, this is all entertainment purposes only. thanks for reading.
warnings: blowjob’s. harsh language. shit gets extremely wild.
Kneeling down in front of his jeans, maintaining an eye contact with him, he held your hair in a ponytail, while your hands went to open up his belt, pulling down his jeans a bit, you gripped his girth through the cloth making him moan in silence.
Giving a kiss through the cloth, he threw his head back, getting impatient to have your lips around his thick girth, your eyes filled with tears as he’ll thrust his length inside your mouth, using it like his own personal hallway.
Gripping your ponytail, your hands wander around the hem of his boxer, getting excited to see him dripping from his pre-cum, having an eye contact with him. He slightly lifted up his hips to allow you to pull down his jeans along with with his boxers, his cock almost slapping you in the face while you pulled down his boxers.
Gripping his cock with both of your hands, you gave it a little squeeze while giving it kitten licks.
“Take it inside your mouth.” He demanded while his eyes darkened, angling his cock near your mouth, giving you a sign to suck it. Blinking innocently, you gave a kiss on his angry tip, as he softly groaned, taking him half inside your mouth, feeling his tip to your throat already, fresh tears started to show up, bobbing your head in a rhythm.
You choked as his tip touched your uvula, still keeping his cock deep inside your mouth, cupping his balls with your hands, giving them the attention they needed, hollowing his cock deeply. Pulling out, you took some breath while slightly breathing heavily before taking him back inside your mouth, sucking him in a pace which increased than before.
“Aren’t you enjoying this a little too much?” He teased, holding your jaw before dropping you for a moment. “Let me show you what this cock can truly do.” with that, he pulled back and pushed back deep inside your mouth, getting the outline of him through your throat.
Keeping your hands on his thighs, you tapped it continuously, feeling him deep throating you.
“Isn’t this what you wanted, hm?” He mumbled while holding your ponytail and continued thrusting inside of you, his hips repeatedly drilling inside you. Making tears run down your eyes, slightly tasting your salty tears, feeling his cock twitch inside your mouth, you sucked him harder while rolling your tongue around it as you felt his pre-cum spilling through your throat.
He growled and pulled out, jerking his cock in front of your face, as he sprunt his seeds on your face and mouth as he came hard, collecting his cum through his cock, he pushed it inside your mouth, making you taste himself.
“Don’t you dare waste any of it.” He said before pulling out and wiping your tears away with his harden cock. “We aren’t done yet, love. Now strip.”
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A/N: I just finished watching SIX and the ending?!… I wish they never cancelled it. that scene got me crying for hours straight:,) iykyk…
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Hi Captain! I hope you are feeling better.
I just wanted to share these photos of Barry with you. Thank you for all you do and I hope these bring a smile to your face.
he is so handsome i literally can not
and thank you so much <3
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Ok, I need to see Barry and Clive play brothers or something in a movie or TV series together. Because, I mean.... I need that in my life right now.
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CIGARETTES AND SEX; JOHN PRICE
18+ MDNI
warning: in no way this is meant to sexualize anyone, this is all entertainment purposes only. thanks for reading.
He pulled you by your hair. A cry escaped your lips at the tug. Mascara running down your cheeks and lips red and swollen like a strawberry. You saw his reflection in the mirror. Standing like a God behind you, thrusting in and out of you. Your nipples grazing the silk sheets underneath of you as the clouds of smoke filled the dimly lit room. His lips wrapped around the cancer stick as he released smoke in the air without the care of the world, as if he wasn’t thrusting inside of you.
His tip grazing a particular spot earning a high pitch moan out of you. You saw it all in the mirror, seeing yourself getting wrecked by the pretty man behind you.
He offered the stick to you, your lips wrapping around the spot where his lips were a second ago. You took a small inhale, feeling the nicotine burn your throat a bit before exhaling. Taking a few hits, you couldn’t decide if you were feeling high because of the nicotine or him. His presence in the room made you feel small.
His name escaped your cherry colored lips when his fingers traced your hip, your back, your nape. He moved your hair out of the way before he laid a gentle kiss on your nape. He was confusing. A few minutes ago he treated you like his whore, the other his princess. He took the burning stick from you and took another hit, watching you unravel under him.
His fist met your hair again, tugging it, forcing you to look at the mirror. You saw your messy state, hazy eyes and swollen lips. You saw him, who was thrusting in you, holding your hair as a leash. He pulled out of you, just to go back in a powerful thrust, his grip tightening around your hair and he took the stick in his lips again.
This time releasing the smoke all over your face. A dark chuckle rose from his lips when you made a disgusted face. “It’s alright, sweetheart. This is just the start. A bit more training and you’ll be great.” He spoked before giving your left asscheek a slap causing you to yelp in surprise.
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