𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐻𝐴𝑁𝐷𝑆 𝑇𝑂 𝑀𝑌𝑆𝐸𝐿𝐹.

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can't keep my hands to myselfno matter how hard I'm trying toi want you all to myselfyour metaphorical gin and juice

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can't keep my hands to myself
no matter how hard I'm trying to
i want you all to myself
your metaphorical gin and juice

A SHUDDERING GASP breaks the silence through the bedroom, it's her back arched and her hand covering her mouth that isn't out of the ordinary

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A SHUDDERING GASP breaks the silence through the bedroom, it's her back arched and her hand covering her mouth that isn't out of the ordinary. Skin clammy as free hands begs for grounding, unable to find the purchase it wants in the bed sheets below her, but instead finds it in the thick dark locks between her legs. Ragged breathing and rapid rising of her chest, his tongue is like heaven and hell all in one. 

It's barely sunrise as the pair find themselves locked in such an embrace and with him scrambling through her window, it was how almost every morning since summer began had started, he'd climb the large tree outside her window, and they fall into a regular routine of attempting to watch some movie in the dark early morning hours but that always led to something that she was sure her fathers wouldn't condone.

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝐺𝐼𝑅𝐿.    |  ant vaughn  ,   hbh  '22.Where stories live. Discover now