DNF; i loved parts of this!! but tbh it was a bit too lovey dovey for me and felt my clit retract into my body anytime they’ll called each other “beautiful boy” “beautiful girl” or whatever they were saying
“I love you, gorgeous girl.”
He felt her smile as she whispered back, “And I love you, beautiful boy.”
a loving couple using loving pet names for each other me: 😫😫😭🤢 cringeeee
loved the exhibitionism & im always up for the roommate trope but like why did the author keep emphasizing how fat the couple was. i guess obviously cuz thats a fetish but i was like girl okay i get it they’re fat but jesus idk maybe im too woke i was like hey leave them alone sometimes us fatties just like to fuck stop bringing up my rolls
also the phrase “jilling her sweet little clit” actually made me laugh outloud
bits & bobs:
“Jordanne whined, tears stinging her eyes each time he went in deep and she had to fight her gag reflex. She kept drooling, making his dick sloppy wet. He groaned and clenched his eyes shut. His left hand fisted the back of her hair, holding tight, his thrusts almost lazy. Jordanne was almost shaking; she felt like a single breeze on her clit would be enough to make her come.
Kian’s phone vibrated. His eyes came open slowly. He reached in his pocket for the device, still fucking into Jordanne’s mouth. Jordanne whined at the casual disregard in the action,”
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Just for the Cameras
Viano Oniomoh
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“Such a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” he whispered, his breath escaping him when her cunt spasmed around him again. “It’s turning you on, isn’t it? That he’s right there? The thought that he could look here at any moment?” Jordanne began to make helpless, little keening sounds in the back of her throat, her inner walls practically vibrating around his dick. Kian pressed his mouth, open and wet, against her shoulder. His balls were already pulling up, his lower belly quivering. She just couldn’t stay quiet, not for long. “You want him to look over, don’t you? Dirty girl. I bet if I rip these blankets off and hold your legs open, you wouldn’t fight it. You want him to see you like this, dripping like a slut, hungry for his dick.”
Jordanne made those keening noises again. Her left hand found his thigh, her press-ons digging through the layer of his joggers into his flesh. It was a silent, desperate plea.”
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Just for the Cameras
Viano Oniomoh
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