marisollewis

[marisollewis]

text: marisol

kc: i sorta kinda have a question..

kc: or a favor to ask, idk what to call it

mare: i'm listening...

[marisollewis]

📲 hoerisol

vince: bitch you wild

mare: but i got your attention right?

[marisollewis]

@montgomery-malachai

[marisollewis]

montgomery-malachai‌:

With everything going on at home Kai had barely found the time to escape. But the serine drive in his car, the music on full volume, and the windows allowing a brisk freezing wind through, were more than enough of a relief for him. Even if it was pitch black and the only light being the moon and street lamps, everything was calming to him. But he couldnt help the glance to his phone, the thought that he wanted to talk to someone. Get it all out, and only one person sat on his mind, even if she shouldnt have been. Sighing as he grabbed his phone, unlocking it to find the one name he was looking for. ‘Hey you busy? Was thinking i could come scoop? Talk about life like the old days?’ @marisollewis​

"I’ll be by curb.” She didn’t say much else, just lifting herself from the dining room table, and throwing a hoodie on. Her mother was already passed out on the couch, half a liter of whiskey and some random laying besides her. Marty, Martin, Max, something like that. “Bring back some beers!” he called out. Marisol turned sharply, “Bit me,” as she turned out the door. Anything to get out of that hell whole and at least it was Kai of all people. She sat on the curb a block away from the apartment complex, not wanting to be anywhere near the place she called home.

[marisollewis]

Text|| mare

johnny: be ready outside babygirl ;)

mare: don't keep me waiting.

[marisollewis]

marisol 🌙 vince

vince: before he can really register just what's taking place, or tear his eyes away from her body, her lips capture his in a kiss, sensual and sultry and with a certain amount of practiced prowess that comes only with experience. still, his mind on soft blonde locks, and sweet blue eyes he manages to pull away. "come on mare, chill--" he attempts bravado but hates the amount of 'yes' still hidden away in his 'no'. hates the way that already one of his hands is on her thigh. "come on girl you know ion get down like that no more--"

marisol: "come on vincey," marisol's voice sang, a pout growing on her face. she knew exactly why, marisol had seen the bouncy blonde in the halls but marisol also knew that that was when vince began getting distracted. marisol was skilled at a lot of things, but specifically when it came to men she was a lot more verse. and with the amount of practice she's had learning all of vince's sweet spots, kinks, and pleasure points––he'd be singing a different tune soon. vince's hand on her thigh was more than enough of a sigh to keep going. "i've been thinking about you all day," she whispers again, mouth returning to his neck.

[marisollewis]

Text|| mare

johnny: depends how good you look bent over the table

mare: i think we both know the answer to that.

johnny: well then I think you have your answer.

mare: see you soon?

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Text|| mare

mare: we actually going to play games?

johnny: depends how good you look bent over the table

mare: i think we both know the answer to that.

[marisollewis]

marisol 🌙 vince

vince: he doesn't look up at first, too preoccupied typing and retyping the same text to his girlfriend, a confession and an apology all wrapped in one. "what do you want mare?" he responds, maybe a bit gruffly before trashing the text altogether and rubbing his eyes in a fit of frustration. it's when he uncovers them that he sees marisol, dressed up (or down) in next to nothing. suddenly, his attention is undivided. "girl, what are you on?" he chuckles smoothly, knowing marisol and her little games well enough. he's also well aware of what her contribution is to this gang and spoiler alert: it involves a lot of time on her knees.

marisol: rolled her eyes, seeing his concentration on his phone and instead of the money in front of him. money that was supposed to be counted hours ago. no wonder they sent marisol in. she inched in closer once she finally got his full attention. marisol moved to join vince on the couch, but instead of adjacent to him, making herself home in his lap–a position she found herself in more often than not. if she was in the warehouse, there wasn't a lot of sitting in chairs for her. more laps, on her back, or on her knees. nothing she was proud of, but something she did well. marisol let her hand caress his chin bringing his eyes up from her breast and to look in her face. "i've been thinking about you," she whispered, her lips meeting his neck with soft kisses.

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Text|| Open 📱

johnny: headed to the break room for a couple games

johnny: you down?

mare: we actually going to play games?

[marisollewis]

marisol 🌙 vince

marisol: hated how much of her free time was spent at the warehouse, but if it kept food on her table and people out of her mother's bed, it's what she'd do. there was no saying 'no' around here. all marisol knew was "yes sir." or "how soon?", so when the big boss told her to get vince's head back in the game, she didn't even give it a second thought. marisol was in her skimpiest dress, cleavage out and if she bent down even a little a peek of her thong owus show, when she entered vince's room, seeing him distracted by his phone before making a small knock. "hope i'm not interrupting anything," marisol spoke sweetly, a voice she saved only for vince.

[marisollewis]

daveyboyturner‌:

I mean there’s always The Voice famous too. But I would do way better in a Real World type deal, hell maybe even Survivor. I’m sure she can scrap, I just never seen it myself. I’m sure of some lady tried something on my dad, she’d be down to snatch a wig.

You’re gonna get up there and sing? Have you not learned your lesson yet? I’d say Smarter than a Fifth Grader would be your best bet. Basic knowledge, promised money. Sounds like a win win. I doubt anyone’s trying anything with a dude who carries a gun for a living.

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daveyboyturner‌:

Not sure which one sounds better. Like, I’d love to be on a reality show after high school and get some fame, but doing it at that age? Not sure if I’d be cool if it was my mom on TV throwing drinks at other moms.

Boys don’t really have an equivalent. I guess you can go on Real World or something? Or Ex on the Beach? I feel like your mom would be throwing punches, not drinks. Can’t be married to a cop and pussy about fights.

[marisollewis]

daveyboyturner‌:

Sounds cool. I think the only ones I’ve really watched were the Real Housewives of Atlanta. Chicks were richer and fought like crazy too.

Those girls are crazier. They have like husbands and kids and still are wilding out like that on tv. At least on bad girls club they’re like college age and no real responsibilities. 

[marisollewis]

daveyboyturner‌:

Only heard in in the background while my mom watched it, but let me guess..they live in a house, they scrap and talk shit to the camera and each other? Sounds fire.

Pretty much. A bunch of pretty girls fighting over who is the prettiest or who is the baddest. It gets kind of repetitive but the reunions are always worth it.

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artbyfiacoyne‌:

No, I’ve been binging America’s Next Top Model.

Guess that’s not a bad option. Though, really only the makeover episodes are really interesting.