𝐏𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐄𝐒 -beatles imagines, preferences

I guess ringo doesnt sniff vagina no more (ringo part 1)

This is shorter than Paul's dick.
"damn we are really dragging Paul this month"- flower0858
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I watched him, the way he would slide that fork into his mouth, the way his teeth would bite down harshly just before he would pull it out. His hair was all flopped around.

I hated the way I thought of him. Especially when he was my fiancée's son.

He was 20, I was 24. His father, Robert was 30. God Robert was sexy, with his devilish curls and large balls. But Richard or as I call him, Ritchie, was so much cuter- which made him sexier.

I could just imagine his hands swiftly unbuttoning all the buttons on my blouse in one motion, then him attacking my breasts with those large hands of his. I wanted to feel him pinch my nipples, toy with them, suck on my tits like his life depended on it. But sadly it would never happen.

I wish I could feel him pound his large cock into me, let himself shoot his hot cum so far into me, coat my insides with it. I wanted to feel my arousal pour out on him, then have him continue to pleasure me so much.

Robert was rough. He liked anal, raw sex, bondage. I was all for that, but sometimes I do want sweet vanilla sex. Like ice cream sex if you will. Sugary and Devine, yet something that lasts for a good time.

"Lucy, ye good?"

I'm broken out of my trance by Ritchie.

"I'm fine," I smile back, taking a spoonful of my cereal.

"God ye look nice today, real nice," He scanned me up and down, devouring me with just one check.

"Thanks," I hesitantly nod, before scurrying off to my, or, Robert and I's room.

"Oh and Lucy, I can see yer bra, not that I am complaining or anything," He winks, I can just feel that little blink of one eye.

God did he know what he was doing to me?

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