𝐁𝐁𝐉 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄, ᵏᵃʸ ᶠˡᵒᶜᵏ

ෆ willingly being the other woman, despite knowing how wrong you were
includes smut

I wonder what she thinks of me when you're coming home

I know that she smells my perfume under your cologne

"Where have you been?"

"Here you go, tripping for no reason," Kevin moved around his girlfriend, Casey, locking himself in the bathroom.

Turning on the water, he ignored the knocking, letting the sound of the shower block out the noise.

Your scent was still on him, faintly. He'd keep it on, if he didn't have to deal with her mouth. His mind drifted to you, laid across him, his stomach fluttering effortlessly, everything you did caused that sensation; You were like a goddess, and he found himself submitting to you.

"Kevin, open this door," Casey continued smacking her hand against the wood. A short while later, the door opened, most likely from the lock being picked.

Creeping to the shower, she snatched the curtain open. "Where the hell have you been?"

"Bro, can I take a shower in peace?"

"No, where you went?"

"To the studio"

"You're lying"

"Ask Dougie, I don't give a fuck if you believe me"

"He's the main one that lie for you"

"Whatever," Kevin tried shutting the curtain, but it was ripped back open.

"Let me smell ya dick, if you ain't been nowhere then it should smell clean," he looked at her like she was crazy, before laughing.