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Jake smiled at the praise, he loved the way it rolled off Zoeys tongue. Her purr was almost as pleasurable as her motions, sliding along his hard cock. His fingers found a grip and home on her hips, holding onto her for dear life. His eyes got lost in hers as he moaned, the sounds the pair made barely heard over the water. Her question was a simple one, one he didn't think he'd answer. "It's belong to you Zoey.."

“that’s my boy, let mommy take care of you,” zoey whispers, holding his gaze as she uses his cock, the one she now owns, for her own pleasure. grinding in circles as her walls choke around him. zoey controls the pace as she gazes back, smacking ass to his hilt, slotting him all the way into her and claiming him for good. “you belong to me. do you understand, young man?” the girl says forcefully, biting her dark black lip as she continued to fuck herself back onto him. pulling herself off him though, letting him flop out of her, she stands upright & turns, walking up towards him. “pick up mommy and fuck her up against the tile, baby boy.” a soft hand cups his cheek, dark pointed black nail tracing along his bottom lip. “you really are such a good good boy,” she cooes.

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“i’d be surprised if you didn’t like what you see,” she says with a smirk, her own towel loose around her figure. co-ed bathrooms were a blessing & a curse. she paces up to him slowly. “are you finished with the shower or we’re thinking of joining me or something?” there’s a glint of invitation in her eyes as she blinks slowly up at him.

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a coffin is too ordinary for your body, I'd bury you in my own arms

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— Anaïs Nin

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to be a star you must burn

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Two Weeks Notice (2002) dir. Marc Lawrence

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Her sounds made him blush, the way she moaned his name made his toes curl. He met her gaze after a moment, his voice soft. "Thank you Mommy Zoey.." he murmured, his voice heard over the water. "I love fucking Mommy's pussy.. its so good.. so fucking good.." he murmured, his cock twitching in her teasing hips. The way she moved slid along him in devilish ways, his eyes closing for a moment.

“you’re being so good for mommy,” she praises softly, looking back towards him as she begins to slowly pull her hips back, then sink back against him. groaning as he slots back within her vice like pussy so well, walls choking around his cock tightly. “my good little boy,” zoey purrs, locking her gaze to his as she uses his cock to fuck herself with. rocking back and forth, and back and forth. not letting him control the pace, because good boys are very good and let mommy take absolute control. “hold mommy’s hips now, but no other touching. be a very good boy and do as mommy says,” she says in a barely there whisper over the pounding water. “who’s cock does this belong to now jake, hm?”

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“i’d be surprised if you didn’t like what you see,” she says with a smirk, her own towel loose around her figure. co-ed bathrooms were a blessing & a curse. she paces up to him slowly. “are you finished with the shower or we’re thinking of joining me or something?” there’s a glint of invitation in her eyes as she blinks slowly up at him.

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Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Nikos Kazantzakis

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Once he started he couldn't stop, her sex as divine heat. He found his crotch meeting hers, his eyes moving from her body to hers. Her sounds were that of heaven, his voice soft. "Im Jake Mommy.." he said quietly, balling his hands up into fists, trying not to touch her. Her walls clung around him, the hot water falling over them as they stood there. His eyes loved from hers, committing the sight in front of him to memory.

her velveteen depths eagerly accept him in, tight around him as he fills her to the hilt, whimpering at the feeling. against her permission. but she can’t help how good it feels, finding his eyes as she clamps & clenches around him. fully intent on milking him good & sweet for his cum. “jake—“ escapes her, as she bites her lip. “tell mommy how good she feels. thank mommy,” she breathes, swerving her hips slowly to create a bit of friction. “tell mommy zoey thank you and she’ll let you touch her.” the water bleats down and she wants to own his cock for good. in time it will forever be hers, she knows it to be true. “you like fucking mommy’s pussy?” the girl sweetly says back to him.

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“i’d be surprised if you didn’t like what you see,” she says with a smirk, her own towel loose around her figure. co-ed bathrooms were a blessing & a curse. she paces up to him slowly. “are you finished with the shower or we’re thinking of joining me or something?” there’s a glint of invitation in her eyes as she blinks slowly up at him.

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Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Margaret Llewyn Davis, featured in The Selected Letters of Virginia Woolf

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Jake bit his lip, his hands shaking gently at his sides. He wanted nothing more than to touch her, to help her make such sinful noises. They didnt even know each others names, but he didnt care. The pretense of only for cleaning was dropped, melted away by the suds and the pleasure. He moaned again, his sound soft. His hips moved forward on their own, pushing in slowly

she moans again but at the feeling of him sinking in deeper this time. it’s this moment she wants to know his name — to be able to call it out. fingers gripping the slippery wall the best she can as her own inner thighs quake. the whimpering can be heard as her walls clamp around him tightly as he sinks in, gasping for air as she looks back at him with pleading eyes. unable to form words.

@isitrecording continued from X.

“i’d be surprised if you didn’t like what you see,” she says with a smirk, her own towel loose around her figure. co-ed bathrooms were a blessing & a curse. she paces up to him slowly. “are you finished with the shower or we’re thinking of joining me or something?” there’s a glint of invitation in her eyes as she blinks slowly up at him.

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"Oh, no, no, dear, don't cry..." The playboy instantly hushed, gently touching her cheeks with the same softness he did the objects in her bedroom mere moments earlier. He wiped away her tears with his slender fingers. "Please don't cry, you're far too pretty to cry...I know you're frightened, my dear, but you must understand what this night is all about, yes?" He continued to smile, even as he gently (but firmly) dragged her out from under the bed. "There, there..." He continued to hush her as he forced her body against his, cuddling with her, giving a quick sniff of her hair and a kiss on her forehead. "Good girl..." He continued to cuddle with her closely, even as he set them both on the bed. He took note of her schoolgirl uniform. She went to a different school then he did, clearly. He couldn't tell if she was still in high school or had just entered college, and he couldn't pick up on which one she went to. Hmmm...he'd have to ask her at some point. Either way, based on the way she looked, she was certainly a little lady only a few years younger than him. "Hush, hush, now...no need to be so fiesty, little minx...I'm a gentleman. I won't let anything happen to you...as long as you behave and play nice, I'll play nice right back...do I make myself clear?" As he asked his final question, he brushed aside a few stray locks of her hair, gazing into her face more clearly. "Ah, there you are..." He playfully teased. "Your pretty hair was hiding your pretty face..." He nuzzled his nose against hers...

she turns from his touch, rejecting it but also cursing herself for missing it. it’s so soft — painstakingly soft — & it eats at her from within. zoey is about to answer him, school him that he’s sick & twisted & that this is wrong, no matter how you try to spin it, but a yelp comes out instead. “no! STOP!” she cries, digging her fingers into the carpet. the tips of her fingers burn against the friction & she takes hold of the foot of the bed to keep her hoisted to the ground. she’s kicking at him too, trying to make contact with something — anything of him. preferably his dick. she needs to find henry’s gun. it’s here somewhere.

she’s angry — this little body — it’s not the strong one she spent years training. it’s not the one that knows the strict conditions of survival.

it’s supple, so tender, so very very sublime.

it’s the body that succumbed to him. the body that betrays her with the way it screams completion when they’re pulled close together.

his strong arms have her in vice grip as she pushes against his chest fruitlessly. pushing at his face & smacking him away from sniffing & kissing her head. ignores how wet she immediately gets by getting called good girl by him. & growls in his face. “don’t touch me, you freak!” she hollers, spitting into his features. but then they topple back onto the bed & she tries to drag herself from under him.

squirming under the weight of him, hips involuntarily bucking towards his with a choked gasp. her cheeks are flushed pink & she shoots him a death glare the moment his eyes connect with hers once more. the angry tears are still in her eyes because she hates that she can’t deny him. but it doesn’t stop her from headbutting him the best she can & shoving him as hard as she can with all her might away.

rolling out from under him, she hobbles up haphazardly to make to beeline towards the door.

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his words are a relief, a kind of morality test, smiling small over at him. the rush of red floods her cheeks again at the smirk & she can’t help the way he thinks so readily affects her. “i really didn’t think of that,” she muses, humming to herself. “the last person that i asked said the baby. a hundred people is a lot to condemn for one person. that was their argument,” zoey thinks out loud. “i like your answer better.” they stop just before the door of the venue & she takes a step forward towards him, just bringing herself near him. there’s so much she wants to say but she settles for just being close to him, fixing the lapel of his leather jacket. “this is a date, right?” zoey asks, rather bluntly, but wants her intentions known.

the bar where the show is playing isn’t too far away from where she’s been staying. her mom had put her up here in the beautiful city of new york — that was their compromise. you can go to new york without getting cut off but i get to pick where you live, zoey marie! she’s still been reeling from this last years purge but she’s managing. if you can call it that. she’s holding his hand, still, laced with his as they walk down the brightly lit street. it’s thankfully not too busy of an avenue but the din of music & muffled laughter can be heard from the source, only a short distance they have left. “so. if you could either save one baby from getting hit by the tracks, or 100 non-violent criminals so like theft, vandalism, maybe weed possession, which would you choose?” zoey asks him, swinging their arms together lightly.