American girl [H.S.]

Chapter 53 - Pray for my vagina

lil bit smutty

Also there is soft shit in here. I know, gross.

Enjoy, babes

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My period is finally over, thank the sweet lord.

Me and Harry have already packed all our stuff and he hasn't told me about where we are staying, but I'm very excited.

The whole team is pissed at Harry, but he doesn't seem to give a fuck. He's just really happy to have this little vacation and it makes me smile knowing he went through all this for me.

I'm just waiting for everything in my life to cool down. I haven't spoke to my family in months and it I feel really lonely. If it wasn't for Harry I'd lose my mind.

"Are you ready, baby?" He asks.

"Mhm." I nod. "You know, ever since I've moved in with you I have been on a plane more than I ever have in my entire life."

"What can I say, I'm adventurous." He shrugs.

"You're not adventurous, you still won't let me use the dildo on you." I reply.

"Emma, it's a 12 inched dildo! It's not going in my ass!" He defends.

"Excuses, excuses." I tsk, shaking my head with a teasing smile.

I mostly just bought the dildo as a joke. When I saw the pure horror on his face when I took it out I almost pissed my pants of laughter.

"Alright, let's go."

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We walk up to baggage check, placing them through the scanners. I smile to myself as I watch Harry's go through the scanner.

It turns red and about three security guards come over to check his bag. Once they open it the find the 12 inched pink dildo taped to a water bottle, making it look like a gun.

"Babe, I told you we could buy a new one when we land. Sorry, he's just a little excited about having alone time." I smile to the officers, Harry glaring at me with pink cheeks.

"It's alright. Have a nice flight." The security says with wide eyes, bolting out of this awkward situation as fast as possible.

"I am going to kill you." He grits through his teeth.

"With what? Your pink dildo?" I tease.

He huffs and we finish with checking out our bags, making our way to the plane. Harry got first class again, because he's a snotty bitch.

We get to our seats and I open the window, looking at the other planes being boarded.

I look over to Harry who is laying back with his eyes closed and an idea sparks in my head.

This is for calling me a ketchup packet, bitch.

I place my hand on his knee, sliding it up and down his thigh, immediately catching his attention.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

"Hmm? What do you mean?" I ask.

"Emma.." He says in a warning tone, glaring at me.

"Yes, Harold?" I smile, inching closer to his sensitive area.

I slowly drag my hand up his thigh until I reach his crotch, using my fingers to look like a little man walking over his dick.

He inhaled sharply as my finger man uses his peepee as a bridge.

"Do do do do do do." I sing, making my finger man walk all over his area.