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The amount of times I’ve watched this … it’s acc very concerning

(Not my edit📸)

he’s so cute 🥹🥹🥹

Number 73

Requested: Anonymously 

Pairing: Axl Rose x Reader 

Description: “Hi it’s Tuesday so can I request a smut oneshot where reader is harsh to Axl cuz she thinks of him as a selfish womanizer, and he thinks she’s cold and pretentious so they’re basically enemies, but deep inside she’s unable to resist his hotness so when she’s with her friend she blurts our that she wants him to f*** her or sth, but actually axl accidentally overhears it and next day becomes her worst(best) day?” 

Warning: Smuuuut 

A/N: Reblog please !

*GIF is NOT mine, found on Google. Credit to the owner!* 

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“My God, have they come up for air yet?” Y/B/F asks, eyes bugging out of her head.

Without looking, you already know who Y/B/F is talking about. “Let me guess. Blonde. Skinny. Around 5’6, 5’7. Tits squeezed into a shirt that’s too tight.”

“Holy shit,” Duff grins. “Spot on.”

Rolling your eyes, you look over your shoulder, scoffing at how disgustingly accurate your prediction was. The blonde is leaned against the bar, arms wrapped loosely around Axl’s neck as their tongues clash in a heated kiss. Soon, he’d ditch her though, and find the next best thing. That’s just how Axl operated.

“He’s a pig,” you whisper, but Slash hears every word.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say someone is jealous.”

You scoff. “Please. I have respect for myself, you know.”

Just as you suspected, Blondie trickled back to her friends, and Axl was on the prowl. You watch as he sidles up next to a brunette this time, turning on his charm. Their tongues are down each other’s throats less than a minute later.

“Man, he’s good,” Izzy pipes up for the first time that night, earning a laugh from his friends and a death stare from his fiance.

Well, at least Axl’s friends weren’t despicable, womanizing assholes. All were dating, engaged, or married. None of them ever felt the need to sleep around, even though they’ve had plenty of chances. But Axl? It sent him on some sort of power trip.

Swirling the straw in your rum and coke, you turn your eyes down at the drink, leaning a cheek on your palm. It’s a shame Axl’s personality was shitty. He was an attractive man who knew how to please a woman. Not that you’d know, but damn if you wouldn’t love to find out.

Twenty minutes later, a drunk Axl falls clumsily into the chair beside you, earning stifled laughs from his bandmates. You roll your eyes and scoot away from him, only to be stopped by his hand gripping the back of your chair.

“Where’re you going?” He smiles lazily at you.

Conveniently, you notice your empty glass and you stand. “Anywhere you’re not.”

Steven hollers loudly as Axl’s jaw immediately tenses up. Shooting him a smirk, you find yourself heading over to the bar, turning in your empty glass and ordering three tequila shots.

“Rough night?” The bartender asks as she places the shot glasses in front of you.

You groan. “You have no idea.”

The shot glass touches your lips but before you have the chance to taste the bitter liquid, a man pushes his way through the crowd, nearly knocking into you, before settling himself beside you at the bar. “I’ll take three of whatever she’s having,” Axl flauts a fifty dollar bill in his hand, sending a wink to the bartender before smirking down at you.

“Charming,” you say, downing the tequila. It burns, and you kick yourself for not ordering a few limes to go with it.

“I know, I know,” Axl gloats. “It’s one of my best traits.”

“Clearly you lack the capacity to understand sarcasm.”

Axl grabs his first glass, drinking the liquid with ease. “And clearly you lack the ability to be nice. What’s your problem, hm? You always have this stuck up, bitchy attitude. I promise you, sweetheart,” Axl’s face is dangerously close to yours, and you pray he can’t feel the heat radiating off your cheeks. “You’re not all that.”

“Oh, and you are?” On a normal day, you’d let Axl’s comments roll off your shoulders. The highlight of his day would be insulting you, teasing you, and irritating the fuck out of you. And somehow he always got to you before you could say anything back. This time, though, you’re determined to stand your ground and speak the fuck up.

“Of course I am. Take a good look at who I am, angel,” Axl holds out his arms as if he believes you’ll actually admire him. “I’m Axl fucking Rose for shit’s sake. Rock legend, millionaire, ladies man.”

“Actually,” You lean closer to him, finger rimming the shot glass. “You wanna know what I really think of you?”

“Enlighten me,” he says, teeth biting the corner of his bright pink lip. “Tell me everything I want to hear.”

“I think,” you whisper, body slightly pressing against his side. His eyes are dark, lustful, and they betray him. “That you’re a selfish, stuck up prick that never got any attention as a child, and that’s why you crave it now. You have commitment issues, which is why you’re a shag ‘em and leave ‘em type of guy. You’re a womanizing bastard and you know no woman would ever willingly choose to be with someone like you, and that is why your life revolves around sex. Sex is the only way women give you attention. And that,” your lips graze his ear. “Is truly fucking pathetic.”

Axl stares angrily as you down the second shot, staring back at him with such animosity burning in your eyes, he almost believes you truly hate him. But the hatred in your eyes is mixed with something else, and he can’t quite figure it out. As he replays your words over in his head, it hits him.

Jealousy.

Axl isn’t prepared for the next words that come out of his mouth, but he takes a shot of tequila anyway for courage. “And I think,” he creeps closer to your body, maneuvering around the tight crowd so your back is pressed against the bar, trapping you in his arms. “That you are so beyond jealous that I haven’t fucked you yet.”

Your eyes nearly roll out of your head as Axl laughs at your expression. “Excuse me?”

“Tell me I’m wrong,” Axl prodes, eyes flickering to your lips. For a moment it seems as if he’s going to kiss you. “If I said let’s go back to my house right now, what would you say?”

“I’d say fuck no.”

“Riiiight,” he taunts, inching closer to your face. “And you actually think I believe that?”

“You should,” You briefly turn in his arms to finish the third shot before turning back, chest heaving, thoughts racing, pussy throbbing. He’s dangerously close and you need to get out of there, and fast, before you act on your thoughts. “Because I would never fuck someone whose dick has been shoved in about twenty different girls.”

“More like seventy-two, but who’s keeping track?” Axl winks, backing up to set you free.

Stomach twisting, you shoot Axl the most disgusted look you could manage. “You’ve had sex with seventy-two women?”

“And counting,” He grins, eyes racking your body. “Wanna be number seventy-three?”

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One too many tequila shots later, you’re stumbling down the street with Y/B/F right behind you. The liquor had hit when you least expected, and tequila mixed with anger was a deadly combination.

“Seventy-two women!” You shout, leaning on a nearby pole to regain your balance. “He’s fucked seventy-two women,” your chuckle is empty, “And he…and he asked me, me! If I wanted to be…be his number seventy-three.”

“Does that surprise you?” Y/B/F asks. “You said it yourself. He’s a pig.”

“I know and it’s even worse because I’d love nothing more than to be number seventy-three!” Axl hit the nail on the head when he called you out for being jealous. You weren’t just jealous. No, observing his hookups with random girls and hearing stories about them the next day was infuriating. You’d never even been a choice to him.

“You don’t mean that,” says Y/B/F, helping you off the pole. “You’re just a little too drunk.”

“No, Y/B/F, I’m serious.” The purse in your hand slaps against your thigh, free hand smacking your forehead. “I’ve wanted him for years, but I’ve never been good enough. I don’t want to date him or anything, I know he’s not really into that, but goddamn it can’t a woman get a little hate sex in her life? I hate him, he can’t stand me. It’s the perfect fuck.”

Y/B/F grabs your hand, rolling their eyes as they help you inside a cab. “Jesus, Y/N, quiet down before someone hears you.”

But it was too late for that, as just a few paces away Axl stood in the back alley of the bar, phone lifted to his ear, cigarette hanging from his mouth as it narrowed in a smirk. You wanted hate sex? Oh, he’d give just that.

~

As you sit on your couch, TV on low volume, book in your lap, you try to ignore the aches in your body. As you discovered this morning just by emptying your guts into the toilet, tequila was not your friend. This hangover was the worst one you’d had, and even though it was your fault you’d drank too much, you’d subconsciously blame Axl for making you so hot and bothered, you felt drowning yourself in liquor was the only way to handle it.  

There’s a knock on your front door and luckily you’d kept it unlocked. You had no intention of moving from the couch other than to go to the bathroom. “It’s open!”

Your eyes don’t leave the page in front of you, too engrossed in the scene playing out, until the all familiar voice has you slowly looking up from the book. “You look like shit.”

“Always the charmer, eh, Axl?” Snapping your book shut, you chuck it beside you, pulling the blanket to your chin. “What do you want?”

Your pupils dilate as Axl pulls his shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor. Wandering eyes run over his chest. He’s not like other men. He doesn’t have hard pectorals or the outline of six pack abs, and you like that about him. You also like that he’s standing in front of you shirtless, but you don’t have a guess as to why. “Two words. Hate sex.”

Your breath hitches as he moves toward you. Instinctively, you shoot off the couch. “I have no fucking clue what you’re talking about, but you need to get out of here right now.”

“Cute shorts,” Axl gestures to the soft gray pajama bottoms that are two sizes too short, the curve of your ass peeking out, giving him a show. “And you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

You move around the couch, Axl watching you like his prey. His thumbs are hooked around the belt loops on his jeans as he shuffles his feet along the floor.

“I was drunk,” you admit, eyes flitting around the room, looking at anything other than the man in front of you.

“Drunk words are sober thoughts,” He says back, folding his arms across his chest. “I know you’re not a huge fan of me. I don’t particularly like you either. But what I do like is sex,” The bulge in his pants hardens, and you beg yourself not to look. “So, how about it, sweetheart?”

You hate the effect he has on you. He knows you want him, he knows he has total control over you now. But you can’t give into him. You won’t. “Get out.”

His demeanor falls briefly, as if maybe he’d read you wrong. “Are you serious?”

“I said get out, Axl.” Walking around the couch, you position yourself in front of him, lightly pushing his chest. “Now.”

He doesn’t budge. “You’re joking.”

“I said get out.”

His head tilts, but he backs up slowly. You follow him toward the door, heart thumping against your chest. Fucking hell, this was your chance! Why were you kicking him out?

“So last night was just a lie,” Axl responds, pursing his lips.

“No, Axl, it wasn’t a fucking lie,” Again, you shove his chest. “I want you. I really fucking want you. But for the six years we’ve known each other, you’ve never given me so much as a fucking wink. For some reason, I’ve never been good enough for you to fuck.”

“And that pisses you off, doesn’t it?” Axl taunts, shoulder leaning against the doorframe. “I knew you were jealous. And I’ve got to be honest, it looks hot on you.”

“Just go, Axl.”

“You don’t want me to go,” his voice is low, raspy, and if he doesn’t leave now, you may just pull him back in. “I know you don’t.”

“Axl, goddamn it–.”

His hand wraps around the back of your neck, pulling you into his body, lips molding against yours. His lips feel just as you imagined. Warm and soft.

He moves them against your mouth with such expertise it was easy to let him guide you. With his free hand he shuts the door behind him as you cling to his body, locking your arms behind his head.

His tongue explores your mouth, claiming you with each sweep of his tongue. He sucks your bottom lip and a moan escapes you. He kisses like an angel, but he’s anything but.

Axl’s hands roam your body, squeezing your hips, the curve of your ass. He whispers “jump” into your mouth and you do, legs locking around his waist, never breaking the kiss. Heat crackles between the two of you, and you’re overwhelmed with the need to feel his skin.

Axl walks the two of you back into the living room, gently lying you on the couch. His lips disconnect from yours and you groan in want, but his lips find their way to your neck and you relax.

“So needy,” he whispers against the base of your throat. His fingers play with the hem of your shirt. “This is in the way.” In a swift motion, Axl rids you of your shirt, running the tip of my tongue over each of your nipples. They perk, and he smirks before closing his lips around the bud, flicking his tongue and softly biting the peaks. Arching your back forces more of your breast in his mouth, and you hook a leg around his waist, bucking your hips upward. “I need you.”

“Be a good girl and wait,” He demands, licking and kissing a line down your belly. He stops at your shorts, kissing your navel once before slowly dragging the shorts down your legs. He kisses the top of your underwear line, lowering his head until his mouth hovers above your clothed center, gently kissing the fabric. Your hips thrust upward in a frenzy. “Touch me, please.”

He says nothing as he takes his time pulling down your underwear. It’s been months since you’d been intimate, and the shyness takes over. Your legs try to squeeze shut, but Axl pushes them back open again. “You’re not hiding from me. I’ll stare at your pussy all day if I want to.”

His tongue licks a stripe up your center before disappearing between your silky folds. Wetness gathers between your thighs and he laps at it, sending a shutter of pleasure throughout your body. He licks and licks, using the tip and flattening his tongue, but what sends you over the edge is his lips sucking your clit into his mouth.

Your toes are curling and your chest is heaving. You do your best to suck in heaps of air, but you can’t focus on breathing as his tongue swirls around your clit.

You want to watch him. Back resting against the couch pillow, you hold yourself up on your elbows just in time to see Axl spit on your pussy. His thumb spreads the saliva across your clit, flicking it rather quickly.

His middle finger slides into your hole, wetness coating the digit as it pumps in and out of your folds. Axl adds his ring finger next, using his free hand to spread you open more. “So tight, sweetheart. Gotta loosen you up a bit so you can take my cock.”

You moan at the vulgarness of his words. This what exactly how you’d pictured sex with Axl. The dirty talk. The fingering. The gentle licks on your clit. This is what you’d been fucking wait for.

Your head falls back as his tongue finds your pussy again, the sensation of his fingers and tongue making your head fall back. “Fuck, fuck, Axl.”

“Yes, baby, I’m gonna fuck you.”

Cold air hits your clit as Axl pulls back, hands finding his jeans and pulling them down his legs. He kicks them off to the side, eyes locking with yours as he fists himself through his boxers. You reach out for him but he slaps your hand away, sliding the boxers down his thighs. His cock springs to life, thankful to not be constricted any longer. He’s long and hard with a few veins on the underside, and you whimper at the sight of precum that dribbles down the head. “Sit up.”

At that point, you’ll do anything he says. Axl sits, hand stroking his dick as you crawl over him, positioning your pussy directly over his cock. You lower yourself a bit, clit brushing against the soft head, and even Axl moans this time. His hands grab your hips, and together you lower yourself down, stifling a cry as his dick forces itself inside your hole, stretching your walls.

Axl’s mouth falls open as you sink yourself lower onto his cock. His hands never leave your hips, but instead aids in the bouncing of your ass against his thighs as you maneuver yourself up and down, up and down. Your tits are perched perfectly in front of him and he licks his lips in delight as he captures a nipple, swirling his tongue in circles.

Your body explodes in pleasure, from the tongue on your breasts to the dick burying itself in your cunt. Hands on Axl’s chest, you balance yourself over top of him, slightly craning your head back to watch as his cock slides in and out of your slick pussy.

Axl’s hand grips your face, turning you back to face him. “This is what you wanted?” He grunts out, hips thrusting upward to meet your hips. “You wanted me to fuck you like a whore?”

Your toes curl. Your legs squeeze against his thighs. Your head falls forward against his, breath fanning over his face as his hand squeezes your jawline. This is all you wanted, and even if you had to wait six years for it, it was worth it.

“Come on, ride my cock.” He grunts harshly as your hips pound against his legs, riding his dick as if there were no tomorrow. Like your life depended on it.

Your pussy clenches around him, and that all too familiar bubble in the pit of your belly only grows as Axl continues his pounding into you. He thrusts at lightning speed, and you’re so caught off guard you reach for the back of the couch, holding on as he fucks the daylights out of you.

“Axl! Shit, shit,” His balls slap against your underside, arms wrapping around your middle to steady you against him. “I’m gonna–fuck I’m–coming!”

Your thighs shake violently as you come, juices spilling out of your pussy, dripping down your legs, and puddling on Axl’s thighs. His load shoots into you and he pulls your forward, nuzzling his face between your breasts, breathing hard. With every twitch of his cock, you moan a little louder.

You close your eyes, steadying your breath as you come down from your sex high. Axl licks his lips, eyes trained on your mouth, and you lean in to kiss him, but your lips never meet as he pulls back.

“This can’t happen again.”

The words stun you as he slides his cock out of you. He stands from the couch, pulling on his boxers and pants before pulling his shirt down over his head, leaving you to process his words. This can’t happen again. Why the hell not?

“Wait, what?” You shoot off the couch, flustered and completely naked. Axl’s eyes run up and down your body, and you can see it in his face, he wants you. But something is holding him back. “I just had the best fucking day of my life, and you tell me it’ll never happen again?”

He shrugs, finishing the button on his jeans. There’s something sad in his eyes, and your heart breaks. “I don’t fuck the same girl twice.”

He turns, and you chase after him. Axl just gets to the door before you grab his arm, forcing him to turn around and look at you. “So that’s fucking it? You’re just going to leave?”

Axl nods, biting the corner of his mouth. “One and done, sweetheart. That’s all I can offer you.”

“But,” you stutter, unable to control the tears pricking your eyes. “But I thought-.”

“That fucking you would be different?” He asks, swallowing nervously as the tears in your eyes break free. Damn it. He wanted to be gone before the waterworks started. “That I’d want to be with you? We’re enemies, Y/N. Our personalities clash. You’re a bitch and I’m…well…you were right. I’m a bastard that only wants sex. You were never an exception,” Axl blows out a breath and watches as your face falls dejectedly. “You were just number seventy-three.”

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𝐎𝐡 𝐧𝐨, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠’𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞.

🚶‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️📺

face sculpted by the gods

“Yew look like uer a rockstar”

listen listen-

eric singer or paul stanley (or both lmao)

movie theater

any era

he need some f-

he just needs some lovin' and he was made for it

I'm so, so sorry it took so long for me to make this. It was actually really hard to find the right words, and I hope you'll like it.

Again, if you want anything changed let me know😌

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⚠️Extreme Smut⚠️

⚠️Dirty Talk⚠️

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{🤍 Forget the movie🤍}

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You were sitting looking out the window with your chin resting in your palm.

You watched as the trees swept by in an impossible speed, the moon looking back at you.

"So..." You heard Paul sigh. His voice echoing throughout the car. "...Any idea what movie you wanna watch?"

"I don't know." You mumbled. Your head bouncing from your jaw in your palm.

"How about Barbie?" Eric chuckled behind you.

Your eyes widened as you put your hand over your mouth, holding in your laugh.

He was such a goof, and that's also the reason you love him. He always finds a way to cheer you up.

"Of course you wanna watch Barbie you girlie!" You joked, turning around and gently throwing your jacket at him, causing him to flinch.

"Hey!" He laughed with his raspy voice..

"Y/n, sit back down..." Paul said, his tone worried "...I might hit a bump."

You sighed and sat back down in your seat, feeling Erics eyes on your neck.

You couldn't get him out of your head, not even when you tried. You've been thinking about him for months now. You know what this means... But you try to deny it. You can't have fallen for your closest and best friend... You couldn't have...

Your thought were blurred away as Paul turned off the engine.

"Alright! Here we are!" He said, placing his arm over the headrest of his seat, looking at both you and Eric.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Well..." You glanced at Paul, then at Eric in the backseat. "...Yeah."

"Perfect! Let's go!" He took out the car keys and stepped out. Fixing his hair as he leaned against the car.

"So..." He then added as you entered the cinema. "...I've heard about this new movie that just came out. I heard it got many good rewievs." He explained, standing by the hot snacks and popcorn.

"It sounds good to me." Eric said.

You just shrug your shoulders and nodded with a; "Yeah."

After paying for everything, you headed into the theater and sat down at your seats.

It was advertisements on the big screen, so you had the time to talk without disturbing the others in the cinema.

"So..." Paul sighed. "Do you think it's gonna be worth the money?" He simply chuckled.

"As long as I'm with you dorks, it's always worth the money." You said, feeling Erics hand land on your thigh. You froze.

You could hear him say something, but all you could hear was your heart in your earbuds.

'His hand is so close to your pussy...' Your subconscious whispered to you, you tried to ignore her. But you couldn't...

"Ehhh!" You suddenly said out and stood up. Making Erics hand disappear.

They looked at you in confusion as you stood up from your seat.

"Sorry, I gotta go to the bathroom!" You continued and quickly went out, almost running.

You got frustraded at the strangers you met in the hallway. You just wanted them to disappear so you could sprint to the bathroom. But you didn't want to look weird, so you simply walked there, all while your subconscious tortured you with the image of his hand under your panties.

You felt a comfortable lump form in your throat as you thought about it, nervously swallowing it down.

As you reached the public restroom, you quickly opened the door and stepped in.

You put your hands on the granite board with all the sinks in, looking at yourself in the mirror.

You felt your heart race, your throat tightening, and when you felt your muscles clench deep down in your abdomen you gasped.

"Not now..." You said.

"Y/n?"

When you heard Eric call your name you flinched, accidently knocking over a soap bottle, hearing the room echo as it hit the floor.

"Sorry," He chuckled, but you could still hear concern in his voice. "I didn't mean to scare you." He smiled a little before walking over and bending down to pick up the soap bottle you knocked over.

'His fucking ass...' You subconscious said, biting her lip.

"You didn't have to go to the bathroom, right?" He said as he put the bottle back on the granite board.

What?

"What do you mean?"

"Y/n," He began. "We're best friends, I know you, I know when you're lying."

'Busted' You subconscious whispered.

"I... I wasn't lying!" You stutter.

"No?"

Shit...

"You're lying right now."

"How do you even know that?"

"You do that thing with your eyes, they glance slightly to the left."

"Fine!" You sigh. "I lied..."

He laughed. He laughed with that fucking voice. That FUCKING raspy voice. That voice that you want to hear moan.

Your breathing sped up as you imagined it. Fuck... Imagine that voice moaning...

"Y/n..."

Your thoughs vanished as he called your name. Clearing your throat.

"Mhm?"

"You're blushing..."

What?!

Your eyes widen when you realize... Fuck... You were actually blushing.

"Yeah, heh... it must be the~"

You're not even able to finish your sentence when he interupt you.

"You're so beautiful..." He sigh, walking up to you and pinning you against the door with his lips against yours.

Your heart makes a backflip in shock and arousal.

You were NOT expecting this.

You close your eyes and return his kiss. Your hand moving around the door behind you, trying to find the lock.

You gasp as his hard boner press against you. His tongue slipping inside your wet mouth.

You moan at the feeling and find the lock.

Finally!

You lock it, preventing people from entering.

You feel his hands wander up and grip your breasts.

"You're so fucking hot." He says, moving down and kissing your neck. You gasp and tug at his hair.

But the thing that makes you see stars is when he puts his hand between your thighs, pressing his fingers on your labia. Feeling your nerves react and move up your body, making your muscles clench.

Your breathing becomes heavy and rapid, arching your neck with his lips on your neck.

Your hands move down and grip the back of his neck, almost losing control over your thoughts. All you want right now is his cock in you, feeling it grind against your tight walls.

His hands wander down your chest again. Massaging your breasts.

He then use both hands to rip open your shirt. Your breasts bounce at the force of his movements, and he groans at the sight of your naked breasts right infront of him, and without hesitation... he moves down and put your left nipple in his mouth, one of his hands cup your right breast, and the other slink down under your panties, sliding a finger inside you.

You don't know what to do, you can't breathe because your breath is stuck in your throat, and your nerves make your body explode in pleasure.

He adds a second finger, curling them up to stroke your g-spot.

You moan out, almost screaming as you put your hand on the door handle, squeezing it as hard as you can as the pleasure take over completely.

He moves to your right breast, repeating his action, sucking your sensitive nipple and squeezing your left breast.

You flinch as he slightly bit down on your nipple before removing his mouth and fingers, grabbing your ass and pressing you against his hardening cock.

It's so fucking hard!

He whispers against your lips. "Bend over the sink you fucking slut."

Holy shit

Your subconscious chin drops to the floor, she can't believe what he just said.

You're just as surprised as her... That's so fucking... Hot...

You walk over to the sinks, your heart beating hard in anticipation as you bend over the granite board. Seeing him in the mirror walking up behind you.

You see and feel him grab your pants and panties, sliding them down to your ankles. You step out of them, kicking them aside.

You see Eric bend down.

What now?

You then feel his tongue stroke your pussy.

Oh God!

You see yourself moaning in the mirror as his skilled tongue taste you. You feel something build up inside you... Oh no... Already?

He hears you panting, sensing your orgasm. You suddenly feel him stop.

What the fuck? No! What?

You see him stand up, and then you see him removing his belt. The sound of the belt buckle makes you gasp, why is that sound so fucking sexy?

You see him drop his pants down, his hard cock springing free in full erection.

You bite your lower lip.

"I'm gonna make you feel so fucking good." He groaned as he positioned himself.

He then slowly penetrate you. Feeling your muscles clench in the most pleasurable way, and you can't help but moan.

He slowly pick up speed. Grabbing your hair and wiring it around his hand until he reaches your scalp, making your head arch back as he fucks you harder and faster.

"You're such a slut!" He groans, gently pulling your hair.

You gasp as he suddenly spank you, making one of your hands slip and turning on one of the sinks.

The running water mixed with your moans fill the room and he put his hands on your hips.

You see him arch his neck back as he moans.

You feel something build up inside you again, you clench your eyes and grip the sink.

You put your other hand on the mirror, leaving a mark when you remove it.

He groans and spank you again. "Come you whore! Come for me!" He shouts out, and you come, squirting as you hear him moan.

You then feel him emty himself in you, his salty load filling you up.

You pant as he pulls himself out, falling back into his arms.

When you open your eyes you see his piercing blue eyes looking back at you.

"What will Paul think..." He whisper.

PEGGING AXL ROSE AHSGDHSDJHSVEWH

No but like that cute little ass all red and he’s just looking back at you with his lips pursed in a pout and his eyes all glassy from pleasure, his dicks swinging from you pounding his ass and he just loves how pretty you are and how good you feel and he just knows that when you’re done you’re gonna pull him into the tightest hug and tell him how good he was for you and kiss him all over and let him sleep on your tits

Okay honestly the amount of people I've seen celebrating the fact that Tommy is "single" (quotations because they aren't divorced yet and who knows if they will) and also saying they hope Nikki and Courtney are next is honestly disgusting. You don't have to like their wives but this is just blatant disrespect. "oh but their wives are not good people and they don't treat them right". I don't give a fuck. Nikki and Tommy are no fucking prize either, sure they are attractive but overall they are shitty people and you need to recognize this and accept that your hate for their wives is weird and probably based in misogyny. And you know what, same goes for all y'all who talk about Meegan in a rude way, just let these women live. Their husbands chose them not you and let's face it, they wouldn't choose you. Grow the fuck up and learn basic human decency