Lip sync

she could pick up the broken pieces of herself, putting them back together the best she could. So she could somewhat resemble the woman he once knew. Just behind the door she stood in front of with all of his friends was Barry. She licked her lower lips, hand falling to press against her stomach. She felt a weight pressing against her shoulder, head slowly turned to gaze at what it might be. A hand, her father's hand, squeezing her shoulder, reassuring her that everything was going to be alright.

Ever since I knew how to open my mouth and speak, I would ask my mother what was down that dark, woven path because I always found that it might be important or that it might lead to something more. We would drive the dusty, dirt road and go around the sharp, dangerous bend heading towards my beloved aunt’s house instead of just taking the safer route which was going straight down the mysterious path. The entrance that I would later enter frequently, was always lined with multiple trees, making it

I know we are far apart, but I just had to share this fantasy with you. Hope you like this. For your birthday, your friends pitch in to order you a massage...and I just so happen to be the lucky gal working this particular shift...the late shift...and the only shift where we do outcalls. After I arrive at the door, I cannot believe how unbelievably sexy you are, and I'm immediately excited at the possibilities. To break the ice, I bring a bottle of wine and a bouquet of red roses. After a period

form you couldn't help but blush a shiver going down your spine. Was it from fear, or from something else? Whatever it was, it was keeping your eyes trained on him. He looked so hot and the fact that his tongue just flicked out licking his chapped lips made you grow even hotter. He killed her for you her death was your fault. You remember one night late in bed you both were cuddling. His hold on you was possessive you loved the way it made you feel safe knowing he would never abandon, or break

Anyways, These babies were filed just a tad," Chapped lips curled upwards to reveal his teeth. "I wasn't born with this," He stuck his tongue out and flicked it twice, showing off his tongue ring, an action that had Karkat slightly flustered. "But, I was born with these." He winked at the child, talking about

dissatisfaction as he removed them. John positioned himself at her slick entrance teasing her slit as she lowered herself slowly onto its thickness. He gripped her hips as she began to move up and down. He dropped his head back as she clenched around him. Her lips pressed down on his, her tongue pushing past his teeth into his mouth. As they hungrily devoured one another. John Joss moaned his name as the pleasure began to build as she ground harder onto him. John wrapped his arms around her tightly as he felt

did I have to die like this?” he uttered, his mouth dry as a hay bale. “Why, gods?” Groaning, Gawain opened one eye a crack and got his bearings. He was not, in fact, dying, and it only felt like various deadly weapons impaled him. He smacked his dry lips together. No dead rat in his mouth, either, though it tasted like head feasted on a hundred rotting rodents. Letting out a sour belch, opened his other eye and drew himself up into a sitting position, and was immediately assaulted by angry morning

Genesis pulled away for a moment, and when his fingers returned they were slick with lube. “I brought a few things with me from the bedroom,” he explained conversationally, as if he wasn't slowly curling a finger into Cloud at that exact moment. “I thought they might come in handy.” “Genesis...” Cloud groaned. “Keep playing. Look, they're waiting for you to make your choice before continuing the scene.” A little shakily, Cloud did as directed. He picked an option without really reading what they

Wonwoo laughs a bit, shaking his head. “Sorry, I know it's a morbid thought.” Mingyu allows a smile to spread across his chapped lips, the thought of his best friend’s dark way of thinking somewhat funny. He really shouldn't find such thoughts of melancholy funny in a state like this, especially when they were literally on the verge of death. “Oh, so now you laugh.” Wonwoo gives

The bright light shines through the gap in the makeshift blanket curtain hanging from the single window in the room, hitting the sleeping teenage boy directly in the eyes. James uses the back of his hand to rub the sleep from his eyes and slowly rolls out of his bed. James ruffles through his drawers and snatches the first clean white tee shirt he spots. He collects his dark wash Levi jeans from the floor left there from the night before and he rolls the bottom of his pant leg. James collects his