(Fem! Oc X Art Donaldson)
(Fem! Oc X Partick Zweig)
(Fem! Oc X Tashi Duncun)
Sabrina, is a Barbie girl, living in her perfect tennis world, life's fantastic...
She has Art and Patrick at her Mercy, they adore her... She loved her world!
That is unt...
• the morning after the four of them had the intimate moment
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Sabrina cautiously opened the door, to her surprise, it was Art who stood before her, “I tried calling you, but you didn't answer,” he uttered, his voice husky.
“My phone's flat,” Sabrina replied, her gaze flickering away from his intense stare. “Its charging” Art remained motionless, his eyes fixed on her as if she were a masterpiece.
“Artie?” Sabrina said softly, snapping him out of his trance.
“What?”... Sorry! How can I concentrate when you're exposed like that?” he stammered, his gaze dropping to her figure teasing him. Sabrina giggled, He admired her leaning against the door. As Sabrina rummaged through her suitcase for a skirt and sports bra, Art continued to gaze at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and uncertainty.
“So, ah... my match is today. With Patrick!” he announced. Sabrina glanced at him, her heart sinking slightly. “What if I lose?” Art asked, his voice laced with worry.
“The match or Tashi's number?” Sabrina retorted sarcastically. Art chuckled, a hint of relief in his voice. “Can't it be both?” He sat down on Sabrina's bed, running his fingers through his unruly curls. Sabrina joined him, her mind racing.
“Is getting her number so important?” she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.
“It's not about her number,” Art confessed. “It's about the win. Patrick always wins.”
Sabrina raised an eyebrow. “Are we still talking about tennis?”
Art's gaze shifted to hers, his eyes burning into her soul. “No!” he declared bluntly. “For once, I'd like to win.”
Sabrina bit her lip, her body responding to his intense stare. “Maybe, Art, you already have,” she whispered.
He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. “Meaning what, princess?” He asked, his voice husky and seductive.
'“I can show you better than I can tell you,” Sabrina said, her voice low and seductive. She pushed Art down onto the bed and straddled him, her body humming with anticipation. As their lips met, their desire ignited, and they lost themselves in the moment.
Suddenly, a loud knock on the door interrupted them, “Bri, open up,” they heard Patrick's voice from outside. Art scrambled to adjust his pants, while Sabrina hurriedly grabbed a T-shirt. They shared a knowing glance, their breaths still ragged.
