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Terry ponders this, dramatically tilting his head to one side as he thinks up a reason. "Maybe he was playing hard to get?" Terry laughs, shakes his head in protest, and adds with conviction, " No, that's bullshit. Men don't play hard to get. Just hard to get rid of." Terry focuses his eyes on her, smirks back.

Roxie couldn’t help but let her eyes rake over Terry when he offered her a better few, though she knew exactly how he looked. Her eyes would always seem to drift to him when he would come into the bar. “There was this one guy. I think he a may have missed all the signs that I was trying to hit on him.” The corners of her mouth curled into a smirk as her lips rested on the rim of her glass. 

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"I'm a good way," he offers, gesturing widely with both arms as if offering her a better view. He shrugs playfully, brings the drink to his mouth and gulps some down. It was nice to be in one of his favourite bars, being served by a beautiful woman, free of all that the outside world entailed. "Any of the customers give you a hard time tonight?"

Roxie couldn’t help but laugh at the wiggling brows which for some odd reason are attractive when he does it. “You better.” She added before taking another long pull from her drink. The alcohol burned the back of her throat, but the good kind of burn. “Long day as well. Now I need a go way to unwind.” She crossed one leg over the other.

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"I've been called worse," he mumbles, signalling for another drink.

"Only when it comes to assholes."

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You deaf or something?

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Having sex in the morning, your love was foreign to me It made me think maybe human is not such a bad thing to be But I just laid there in protest, entirely fucked It’s such a stubborn reminder one perfect night’s not enough

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Terry smirks triumphantly when she comes, unable to staunch his satisfaction at his success in haven expertly taken her to the brink. He glances up at her as she unravels, watching that delicate mouth of hers fall open to emit a scintillating moan. He feels her tensing beneath him, sees the look on her face as she shudders and unravels, her body going slack from the force of her orgasm . The look of her giving into the heat of the two of them was, in itself, cause for rapture and it's as he's thinking this that he feels his mouth becoming slick with her wetness. He runs his tongue against her again, savouring her taste and scent while he feels her hands reaching for him, tugging at his hair. She's pulling him upwards and his mouth collides with hers, tongue and teeth vying for attention, control, power. Caleigh starts to shift their positions and he concedes, laying back against the soft sheets as she stakes her claim over him. He chuckles mildly while his eyes skim over her form and he asks, "Is it now?" Her enthusiasm was undeniably infectious, only increasing his already record-breaking enjoyment of the night.

He takes a sharp inhale of breath when she glides against him, his eyes snapping closed as his hands move to Caleigh's hips, keeping her fixed to his groin. She's rubbing up and down against his stiff cock, her warmth and wetness prompting involuntary reactions from his lower half. He sits upwards a little, pulling her down harder against him, mouth and hand going to one of her tits and licking at the hard nipple. He uses his teeth and lips to gently nibble at it, tugging it playfully before pulling his mouth away with a groan as hers moves south. He watches her head lower, Terry's eyes on the back of it as she descends further. His hands reach out to play in the raven tresses spilling outward, her tongue finally going to his cock. He breathes out as she gives the head attention, feeling his cock twitch in her hot hands. When she takes him into her mouth, Terry tugs roughly at her hair, pushing forward a little as he feels his dick rubbing against the back of her throat. "Fuck," he mutters under his breath, his dick spasming in her mouth as his orgasm starts to build.He starts to gently facefuck her, biting his lower lip as he watches her choke on his cock. Terry curls a fist in her hair, pushing down against the back of her head as her wet mouth sets him on edge, starts his blood pumping fervently, heats his flesh.

Flesh|| Terry & Caleigh

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Whatever, man. Everyone knows you're full of shit anyway. [He laughs, then sobers.]

Have you...uh...been to see her recently?

Tell yourself a lie long enough and you’ll eventually believe it.  My brother, living proof.

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Text to Ivanna

Ivanna: Fine.

Ivanna: I dont have anything else.

Terry: Good

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Text to Ivanna

Ivanna: I can do that. But it depends on the question. Don't be asking me about my dad and shit.

Ivanna: Another thing. Don't grab me like you did in the parking lot.

Terry: I don't ask about your dad and shit.

Terry: Don't avoid me then. If you have a problem say it up front next time

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Text to Ivanna

Ivanna: About fucking time.

Ivanna: You got anything else.

Terry: If I'm asking you something it would be great if you could answer me.

Terry: Every conversation with you is so fucking one sided.

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Text to Ivanna

Ivanna: You know what I did to the last person who pissed me off? You dont have a fucking scratch on you.

Ivanna: My first complaint and biggest one is when you fucking ask me how am I doing. Its stupid

Terry: You know what. You don't want me to ask. I won't.

Terry: Done.

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Text to Ivanna

Ivanna: Complaints? About ME? You fucking kidding me? Do you know how nice I am to you.

Ivanna: Go on then. What the fuck are they.

Terry: YOURE NICE?

Terry: NICE?

TERRY: HA

TERRY: HAHAHA

TERRY: I guess my first complaint is that you're fucking delusional.

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Text to Ivanna

Ivanna: Common courtesy? You asking me if I got home ok common courtesy too? You're right I don't know what the fuck that is.

Ivanna: What I DO know is that I don't appreciate the way you talked to me the other day. And or these little check up of yours.

Terry: Hey you got a problem with me leave your suggestions in the complaint box.

Terry: God knows I have a shit ton for you.

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Yeah, yeah, yeah. We all know I got the looks.

I can’t do it all, Terry.  Carry the looks and the humor for the family.  Work on those comebacks.

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Text to Ivanna

Ivanna: Fuck you. You know it's fine. I didnt call you. I know you're fine, you didn't call me.

Ivanna: No one else does that shit, but you.

Terry: Oh blow me. This is common courtesy.

Terry: Which you clearly don't fucking have.

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Ha. Funny guy. Quit your day job, start doing stand-up.

I’m also glad that you finally made it to the wizard.

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The world around this moment doesn't exist. Terry is enthralled, captivated, all the way present with her right now, with everything that she is, that she promises to be. His mouth is hungry to taste her more, to really enjoy something without rushing through it. His tongue flicks across her clit lightly, one of his hands moving upwards to clasp her recently bared breast. His other hand finds undoes the buckle of his pants, finds his own hard, erect member in want of some attention. He runs a hand up and down himself as he licks at her folds, tongue swirling around her entrance slowly before dipping in. He rubs a thumb over the hard nub of her nipple, then brings his hand down to her wetness, presses a few fingers to her clit while his tongue continues to move inside of her, lick up every trace of moisture she can give.

Terry moves his mouth upward, wrapping his lips around her bud as he takes a finger and pushes it into her, groaning against her as he strokes himself harder, faster. He was getting lost in the feel of her, the taste, the smell, and it was only pushing him closer and closer to the edge with every passing minute. He muttered a curse against her, her legs tightening around him, adding extra encouragement that he didn't necessarily need as he runs his wet tongue down the seam of her lips, moves his tongue back down to the hole he's currently pushed two fingers into. He pulls them out, wet and sticky, and replaces them with his mouth, pulling her harder against him, playing at her clit once more. The energy is building, climbing dangerously higher and higher with every passing moment. Terry finds himself growing more and more excited, every area of his body tensing and preparing for what he knows is to come.

Flesh|| Terry & Caleigh

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