Shitposts

Stitch

He layed her down on the floor with his hands roughly pinning her wrists down. His torso was pressed up against her close enough to feel his breath. Mariah's arms tensed at the closing distance and her legs twitched. She awkwardly pushed her hips against his, hoping the movement would signal that she wanted more.
"Be good for me, alright?" Kyle's mouth hovered above her own. She couldn't stop staring at the smoothly curved shape of his lips. But his own eyes seemed to focus on something that wasn't her. His eyebrows pushed together, he released his tight grip, and he pulled his arms away.
"Are you okay, babe?" She asked, scared that she dissapointed him. She hadn't expected to be spontaneously pinned under him. Maybe she didn't clean herself enough. Did he think she was gross? Maybe she didn't react the way he wanted her to. Was she supposed to insult him like the, "brats," she heard about? The insecurities and fears invade her mind all at once. She moved her hand and laced her fingers with his, applying pressure as she became more nervous.
Kyle then slammed his face into the hardwood floor next to Mariah's head. She yelled his name in a blind panic, until he made some peculiar yet recognizable sucking noises.
He lifted his face off of the ground, revealing the wiped-clean floor. His previously clean face had red goop splattered on its chin. He slurped the noodle that was slipping out of his mouth.
He had noticed some of the spaghetti he dropped before he decided to aggressively use Mariah to satisfy his lust.
With a wink, he said, "Five second rule."
"Pretty sure it's been way longer than that." She giggled and wiped the crusty leftovers off of his face.
"Doesn't matter." He gently kissed the edges of her gleeful smile. "Wanna see what else lasts five seconds?"
"I'd love to." He backed up and frantically unzipped his pants as though he was been holding back forever. He pulled them down which elicited a look of shock from Mariah. Her eyes expanded at the sight as she got up on her elbows to view him in his God-like glory. He laughed with a charming grin. He leaned into her again, only increasing in his intention.
"You like what you see?" He whispered against her collarbone. His teeth lightly gripped her skin. She nodded while rubbing his inner thigh and playing with the cloth of his briefs. He instinctively brought his legs closer to her hands.
"I've never seen someone wear Stitch underwear. In fact, babe." She stood up and backed away without letting her sultry gaze leave his crotch. She tugged on her skirt and wiggled out of it. She wore only her flowing blouse and lovely underwear. "We match."
Kyle took in a sharp inhale and his face froze. He ran a hand through his hair only to drop it and apprehensively point his finger at Mariah.

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