Justin Bieber Dirty Imagines

Tv Screens (watching porn)

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SORRY I WAS SO LATE IVE BEEN CHRISTMAS SHOPPING OOPS.

“Choose something; choose anything.” He said into my ear while his chin rested comfortably on my shoulder. His hand currently rested inside of my underwear, teasing me with his fingers. “You’ve got the whole Internet full of porn, all you’ve gotta do is tell me what you wanna see and I’ll make it happen.” He had a smile on his face, a beautiful smile. It made it seem as though his words were more sincere while he beamed up at me.

“I-I don’t know,” My nostrils flared; I struggled to maintain concentration with the feeling of Justin’s warm fingers against my clit, drawing random shapes I had no interest in tracing in my mind as I felt a shock of pleasure.

“You know what I like?” He asked, although he didn’t give me time to answer. “Watching a girl tongue fuck another girl.” He grinned while my stomach felt light for a split second before dropping immediately afterwards. “What do you think?” His eyes burned down into the side of my face.

“Justin,” I let out a sharp breath, my body jolted and my back arched when I felt him dig his long fingers against my clit, exceptionally hard.

“Answer me, princess.” His fingers glided up and down slowly. “What do you wanna see?” I felt his warmth beside me and it distracted me completely. I wanted to turn and look at him, I wanted to watch him as he got something out of my pleasure. I loved the loving look on his face.

I wasn’t sure what to say, I felt my heart stammering in my chest.

That was one thing I loved about being intimate with Justin; he was unpredictable. Was he going to stop and tease me? Was he going to turn rough and dominant? I could never tell and I felt excitement spark through my body.

“I’m getting impatient,” Justin said, still using his fingers for good against my sensitive spot. “Do you want to watch a girl getting fucked?” He rasped, putting emphasis on every word, I shivered as I nodded; taking the advantage that he’d asked so I could get away with not speaking.

Even as he turned to the TV to find somethingsuitable, his fingers still worked me up perfectly. Even as he was distracted, he didn’t seem to slow down or break the tension that was building increasingly in my lower body.

“This one.” He stated over my low whimpers, he played it and turned his complete focus back to me. “Now, I don’t want you watching me, not once. I want you watching the TV at all times.”

I could tell that Justin was finding some sort of pleasure in this. He wore only his boxers and behind them stood his length, tall and proud. And also, the look of excitement in his eyes as he explained the rules was more than evident to me.

Justin began to pull my underwear down my legs, and I watched the screen, as he told me to, while the girl started to look at the camera seductively and roaming her hands over her body.

I felt my legs being spread roughly and something warm touched my clit. I glanced down quickly to see Justin’s face pressed up against me. The feeling of his tongue moving up and down made my squirm from under him. He ran a hand up my stomach and pressed down.

While the girl on screen continued touching herself, letting her hands move across her boobs and even further down, Justin was moaning against my clit and I moaned too, my voice almost echoing through the room.

“Mmm, baby. Moan for me.” His words were completely blocked out, and I found myself pushing my hips up to his face. I heard him grunt. “Watch her,” He rasped, letting his fingers carress the sides of my thighs before moving up to my ass.