#blackberry molasses

[madamshogunassassin]

Blackberry Molasses by Mista (1996)

Remember growing up this song was deep AF to us? 😭 BTW, the light skin kid in the group is a actor now.

[sappling]

memory exercise 001: lovers on the beach

The goal of this exercise is to figure out which part of the memory is worth preserving. Sometimes we find ourselves too attached to the negative, painful, or discomforting aspects of a moment and build an entire world around those feelings. Using photos, video, audio, and ephemera to reconstruct an experience that may have otherwise been clouded in my mind.

This trip, for example, was sorta stressful before we reached the beach, but none of that matters now. The feeling of a silver lining carried us through and that’s the feeling I choose to hold on to. I smiled the whole time while editing.

[joyxande]

Blackberry Molasses · Mista

Mista

℗ 1996 Elektra Entertainment

Vocals: Mista

Producer: Organized Noize

Writer: Marqueze Ethridge

Writer: Patrick Brown

Writer: Ray Murray

Writer: Rico Wade

[elizabethmasen]

am i insane for this or does butter fried toast with whipped goats cheese and steak also sound good to you

[trumpet-trumpet-ii]

mocktail i made for my girl today :) looks like a witchs brew or a fantasy tavern ale

[sailorgoon13]

Sebastian Sallow

Basics:

Full Name: Sebastian Sallow

Nickname: Seb, Sebby, or whatever clever name Ominis comes up with

Gender: Male

Date of Birth: 18 November, 1874

Heritage: Scottish

Blood Status: Pure Blood

Wand: Yew, Dragon Heartstring, 11", Slightly Yielding

Appearance:

Hair Color: Chestnut Brown

Eye Color: Rich Dark Brown

Skin Tone: Fair

Height: 5'11"

Body Type: Athletic and lean. Agile

Style: White button-down shirt and green tie. Suit jacket, in shades of dark green or silver. When not at Hogwarts he wears something practical and relaxed. He isn't one for fashion, just as long as he looks like he tried then it is an accomplishment

Features: Freckles!! His hair falls effortlessly over his forehead in waves. The natural, slightly unkempt style of his hair reflects Sebastian's casual confidence and rebellious spirit

Personality:

Traits: Charismatic, Determined, Optimistic, Fearless, Protective, Complex

Likes: Knowledge, Dueling, Quidditch, Forbidden Magic

Dislikes: Failure, Authority, Uncertainty, Injustice, Goblins

Hobbies: Crossed Wands, Quidditch, Breaking into the Restricted Section

Fears: Anne dying, Being sent to Azkaban, Ominis and Y/N hating him

Family and Friends:

Father: Unknown

Died when he and Anne were young

Was a Professor

Mother: Unknown

Died when they were young

Was a Professor, as well

Siblings: Anne Sallow (Twin)

Was always Sebastian's best friend

When she became cursed, it hurt Sebastian more than it hurt her

Friends: Ominis Gaunt, Y/N

Magic:

Special Abilities: Mastery of Unforgivable Curses, skilled duelist,

Boggart: Solomon

Patronus: Beagle

Polyjuice: It would have a deep, ebony color with swirling wisps of silver or green and would look like a syrup or a molasses. Smell smoky incense and the faintest trace of something sweet and floral. There is a sharp tang of bitterness with a lingering sweetness, like the taste of ripe blackberries.

Amortentia: Old books, Smoke from a campfire, Salty sea air and Cedar

Backstory:

Sebastian and his twin sister Anne grew up in the Scottish countryside, under the guidance of their parents who were esteemed professors. From a young age, their parents instilled in them the value of knowledge, curiosity, and the pursuit of truth. Sebastian admired his parents deeply, wanting to have their optimism, open-mindedness, and boundless eagerness for learning.

Tragedy struck when a lamp in their cellar, tainted with an undetectable toxin, claimed the lives of their beloved parents. Orphaned, Sebastian and Anne were taken in by their uncle Solomon Sallow, who lived in the secluded village of Feldcroft. However, their relationship with their uncle was strained; Solomon, a stern and unforgiving man who was also an ex-Auror had clashed with Sebastian's refusal to accept Anne's situation.

During this time, Sebastian found peace in the companionship of his friend, Ominis Gaunt, who he met in their first year at Hogwarts. Along with Anne, the trio would often retreat to the hidden sanctuary of the Undercroft, where they practiced spells and played Gobstones, shielded from the prying eyes of the world above. Ominis, like Sebastian, harbored secrets and shadows of his own, forging a bond of trust that endured more than most.

As Anne's condition worsened, Sebastian's desperation drove him to the forbidden arts of the Dark Arts, seeking a cure that eluded even the most skilled healers. When Solomon intervened, tensions reached a boiling point, resulting in a fateful confrontation that shattered their already fragile family.

Despite the turmoil, Sebastian found comfort in his friendships, including one with a fellow student, MC. Their bond, forged in the pain of their fifth year, provided Sebastian with a glimmer of hope in the darkness that threatened to consume him.

Amidst the chaos and upheaval of his adolescence, Sebastian found refuge on the Quidditch pitch, channeling his inner turmoil and anguish into the fierce competition of the game. Joining the Slytherin Quidditch team as both a Beater and Keeper, he found fleeting moments of freedom and purpose in the rush of wind and the thunder of the Quaffle.

Academics:

Best Subject: DADA

Favorite Subject: DADA

Favorite Professor: Hecat

Worst Subject: Astronomy

Least Favorite Subject: Divination

Least Favorite Professor: Onai

Student Life:

Despite his penchant for rule-breaking and his involvement in dark magic, Sebastian was a dedicated and studious student. He excelled in his classes, particularly DADA and Potions

His rebellious nature often landed him in hot water with the faculty. His frequent detentions for sneaking into the library's Restricted Section became a badge of honor

To find a distraction from all of his inner turmoil, he joined the Quidditch team and found it to be a good way to release his emotions

**All screenshots are mine, collage is mine but pictures used were found on Pinterest**

Template: @hazyange1s

[dtfpeta]

Eager To Please | Ghost x Fem Reader

Tags: porn no plot, fingering, oral (f receiving), praise, sub!ghost, slight orgasm denial

a/n: so i haven’t written fanfiction in a whiiille and i don’t expect this to be great but i want to start somewhere. i heavily encourage constructive criticism and feedback!

Word count: 1,464

Read here on ao3!

__________ Ghost is someone who wants security. The vulnerability it takes and the safety that such intimacy like this provides, allows him to revel in this shared moment for as long as he desires.

That's why he takes his time with you. Degradation is something not suited for him, especially regarding this activity. You trusting him to this extent is something he could only dream of, regardless of those being a rare commodity for him. The gratuitous praise of sweet words lingers in the air like the wind from an open window on a humid day. This, however, enveloping you to a mind-clouding extent rather than just the surface of your skin. Your own insecurity getting in the way when your body subconsciously tries to conceal itself from the softened tower of a man atop you.

“Let me make you feel good. Let me thank you”

You are his rock. The one he trusts most to give his most vulnerable moments to. Whether that be from the aftershock of returning from a threateningly disastrous mission, sharing even the insecurities he has trouble not voicing to himself, or the moments like this where he has missed you so terribly he tries to weld you into his skin. He has more than enough to be thankful for when it comes to you. Like the wild daisies that grow from the foundation of abandoned and nearly dilapidated homes he finds when on duty. You are the pink on his callouses and you stain a similar shade of rose against his semi cloth-concealed face. You are the good he has learned to find in the bad he thinks himself to be.

He raises his balaclava to display his lips and what is now closer to a 5-week shadow covering the lower half of his face. The sensation of his stubble only adds to the pleasure of the cherry-colored spots he leaves along your body. Sometimes, more so blackberry tinted.

As he traverses down the mountains and curves, the valleys and peaks of your body, he finally reaches your wanting heat. His butterfly white lashes open to give an almost pleading look, one that asks a question. Not being able to contain the unbridled lust no one but him can invoke, you buck your hips toward his touch and he lowers himself with a pleased hum till he is nestled in your thighs. A home he wished to return to as soon as possible anytime he was away.

“Please don’t tease Simon” Relinquishing his call sign you near but beg for him, hoping he doesn’t hear the needy break in your voice. He doesn't see this as teasing though. Only making a moment he would never take for granted, last while. "Patience comes with its rewards." He taunts.

Simon reaches his left arm under your leg to come up and rest on your lower stomach. As he lets his eyes drink in the display that is you before him, naked and red with wanton need, he brings his right hand to stroke between your folds. Moving upward as he gathers your slick and massages slow circles onto your neglected clit. “You’re so good to me sweetheart” he voices in a deep, molasses-coated tone. His ministrations remained at a tantalizing pace. One that kept you on the verge of stagnant pleasure.

A heightened gasp left your throat in response to the mess he was making with just his three fingers that laid on your bundle of nerves, moving back and forth and massaging said bundle between his digits. His speed picks up and the only thing you can think of is how only he can make you feel this way. And he is never in jeopardy of forgetting to remind you. A heat begins to form in your chest that carries to your ribs and limbs. The nerves that occupy your fingers being lit ablaze with accompanying rapid breaths that feed in the air around you in an attempt to blow out the flame. Simon picks up on your heavy and quickened breaths. The desire induced fantasies he procured of you to satiate a certain hunger of his while in the field didn’t fill up his head like the sounds you made now could.

Before you could register the gleam of anticipated regret in his eyes he removes his hand. “My god-!” you exclaim. Before you can beg his name the hand resting on top of your stomach moves to allow for his thumb to continue his previous work. His thumb now encircling your clit with less urgency than his dominant hand could provide, though still moving at a more than gratifying pace. “Just wait for me sweet girl” he breathed.

A new sensation was felt where he teased and traced around your entrance. Feeling how your hole clenched at nothing but the idea of him, any part of him, to be inside you.

“Who am I to keep you waiting?” he questioned before sinking his middle and ring finger deep into your cunt.

A moan escaped your lips as you wrapped around his fingers. “Fuck, just look at you.” The whimpers that left your mouth as he stroked along your walls began to compete with the squelch of your pussy as Simon continued to finger you. His digits slowly entered you to meet the perfect spot in your cunt that Simon had already memorized. Making sure to burn the most wanting parts of your body into his brain like a cd he listened to on repeat.

“Do you want another one?” he asked suggestively before lifting his stone-heavy eyelids to meet your gaze. His two fingers already worked perfectly inside of you but Simon always took more of a hands-on approach, especially when it came to you. The moan you let out was enough of a response for him as he rutted his finger into your walls against your g-spot. “I know sweet girl. You take it so well”

He had now worked in an additional finger that was soon found in the pulse grip you had his previous appendages in. A shaky moan leaves him before reconnecting his gaze with your own. Simon's pupils are blown and he thinks he just learned it was possible for a human to experience this much bliss. The pride he found in being able to make you feel good was unmatched to anything he had felt before.

“Don’t stop Simon!” you beg at him.

He pinches his eyebrows together and gives you a breathless smirk. “You know me better than that.”

Rather than quitting, Simon replaces his thumb on your clit with a languid stroke from his tongue. “You missed this too, yeah?” You jump from the sudden contact and can’t help but squirm under his perfect touch. His suctioning tongue works in tandem with his fingers that provide long and fervid strokes into your drenched cunt.

This is cloud nine for Simon. It’s all he needs. The reactions your body gives his own don't go unnoticed by his own senses when he begins to rut into the bed beneath him. “Because I missed this so much” Simon lets out shaky moans between your lips followed by a pleading of your name when the summit of your pleasure begins to approach.

“I missed this too baby. I missed you so much.” you say as you throw your head back and reach for the back of his head.

Simon continues to lap at you and groans into your sex, the added vibration sending your jaw falling open and a noiseless ‘o’ to form on your face. Your back arches as your legs begin to spasm around the soldier's head and a similar fire from earlier sets your nerves ablaze. Making its way throughout your body and stationing itself in the lower pit of your stomach.

With a final moan from a breathless Simon, his hips stutter into the comforter below as the muscles in his back begin to tense, taking him to his own summit of pleasure. He sucks at your clit with a hard passion as he helps ride out the both of your orgasms. He pulls away with a string of saliva connecting his chin to your pussy. Both of your wrecked states being proof of such a passionate and profane act.

You look up at him with an exhausted but content smile. That rose stain returns to his cheeks as he tries to cover the spot on the bed he made a mess of. “I’m sorry. It’s been a while-" he begins, but is cut off by your soft hush and loving gaze. He has no reason to be embarrassed, especially since you know it means for an eager chance at redemption from the masked man that is later to come.

[bpbomegaverse]

Omegaverse Master Scent List

Scent description can be a big part of omegaverse. This is a master list of Alpha, Beta and Omega scents I've compiled. I will add to them when new things pop up for me.

Note: Just because I've put a scent in a certain category, doesn't mean you can't use it for one of the other second genders. 🫶 I kind of like that alpha a little more savoury, musky and deep. And omega are more sweet, fresh and light. But that's just my interpretation.

I'm starting with Alpha. I'll update the other two a little later.

Alpha - α

Gardenia

Orange Blossom

Lavender

Black orchid

Violet

Bluebell

Rosewood

Elderflower

Ink

Sparklers

Black Tea

Green tea

Resin

Saffron

Leather

Bark

Pine tree

Burnt wood

Coal/charcoal

Oak Barrel Whiskey

Cedar

Agar wood

Tobacco

Oudh

Driftwood

Oakmoss

Amber (labdanum)

White wood

Rosewood

Musk

Sherry oak

Match (blown out)

Rye Whiskey

Mahogany

Cegar

Wood sage

Almond

Walnut

Tar

Rubber

Moss

Iron

Bronze

Gold

Rust

Ash

Graphite

Vinyl

Smoked meats 

Coriander

Basil

Cinnamon

Nutmeg

Paprika (smoked)

Aniseed

Black cherry

Clove

Allspice

Fenugreek

Ginger

Black pepper

Roasted Garlic

Blood orange

Grapefruit

Blackberry

Bergamont

Lemon

Blood Plum

New car smell

Hay

Pesto

Balsamic Vinegar

Sauteed brown onions

Fruit cake

Eucalyptus

Teatree

Wet Dog

Blood

Soap

Fish oil

Marijuana

Lemongrass

Thunderstorms/Petrichor

Smoke

Mud

Wet forest floor

Limestone

Cobolt

Ore

Cactus

Molten rock

Shampoo

Wet cement

Cork

Bush fire

Egyptian dukkah

Jamaican Jerk

Recado rojo

Cajun spice

Chinese five spice

Baharat

Brown sugar

Toffee

Molasses

Apple pie

Tequila 

Dark chocolate

Bacon

Dark roast coffee

Petrol

Gunpowder

Gravy

Cola

Burnt caramel

Bone marrow

Syrah/Shiraz

Cabernet Sauvignon

Port 

Toasted bread

Buttered Popcorn

Dry dog food

Sulphur 

Mustard

Ginger Beer

Meatballs

Olives

Chipotle

Teriyaki

Peri-Peri

Sesame

Jalapeño

[thatssonanii]

First Chapter of 2024!!

I'm gonna let you guys decide what chapter of which fic gets posted as the first of the new year!

Vote and let me know!

After the winner is posted... I'll go in order of 2nd place, 3rd place, etc.!

Happy voting!!😌

[In case yall needed visuals]

[letz-smoke-zaza]

Brown liquor, brown sugar, brown face

Brown liquor, brown sugar, brown face

Black skin, black Benz, black plays

Black molasses, blackberry the masses

Just sittin’ here foolin’ around

We just sittin’ here coolin’ around

We just sittin’ here high, coming down

— Almeda, Solange ft. Playboi Carti

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

A woman stands over a crock of molasses, ladling the liquid through a funnel into a glass mason jar. Two other women stand next to her ready to wipe the jar and seal it with a lid. Empty jars sit on one overturned metal tub, full ones sit on another tub…

Source Blue Ridge Institute

Your Guide to Speaking Like a True Appalachian Native

Bald – A treeless area on a mountain. Blackberry Winter – Time where there is cool weather at the same time as the blooming of wild blackberry shrubs in May. Blind House – Windowless cabin Blockading – Making illegal whiskey or moonshine. Booger – Ghost Boomer – Red squirrel Branch – Small stream Cove – Small valley surrounded by mountains. Dogwood Winter – Time of cold weather at the same time as the blooming of dogwood trees in mid-April. Dome – A mountain with a rounded top. Foxfire – Something that glows in the dark, like certain mushrooms. Gaum – A mess Gap – Low spot along a ridge or mountain range. Granny Woman – Midwife He-balsam – Spruce tree Hollow – Small sheltered valley (holler) Jag – Small amount Leather Britches – Green beans dried in the pod by threading on a string and hanging. Lick – To hit with a hammer or axe Long Sweetening – Maple syrup Painter – Mountain lion Poke – Small bag Poor Do – Boiled cornmeal Ramp – Wild garlic Shamp – To cut hair She-balsam – Fir tree Short Sweetening – Sugar or honey Simples – Medicinal herbs Slaunchwise – Crooked, sideways, slanting diagonally. Slick-faced – Without a beard Sorry – Something of little or no value ‘Tater Hole – cold cellar under the cabin floor where foods are stored. Wish Book – Mail-order catalog Varmint – Wild animal

[surbruh]

Offerings to Nyx

Black animal votives

Dew (particularly that which gathers after sunset)

Dark feathers

Starry/celestial images and items

Dark liquors/beers

Red Wine

Black Tea/Coffee

Symbols of Her children (torch, skull, scissors, etc.)

Black fabric/veil/cloak

Dark chocolate

Honey/molasses

Roses/Lilies/Poppies/Dark Flowers

Night-blooming flowers

Incense/Resin (watery, musky, earthy)

Viniq (that shimmery liqueur that looks like a galaxy in a bottle, because galaxy)

Dark berries (blueberries, blackberries, elderberries, etc.)

https://thebacchichuntress.tumblr.com/post/127160005123/offerings-to-nyx

[boissonsaumiel]

Note: These are not flavor infused honeys. These are honeys made by bees that primarily use nectar from these plants as a food source.

ETA: I haven’t tried any of these honeys before, but I did a web search to see what each of them tasted like and I've copy-pasted some descriptions I found:

Gallberry honey: Mild but distinctive, with a mild sorghum or molasses flavor. It is known to have a thick but smooth and creamy texture and a delicate flavour with a fruity finish.

Blackberry honey: The taste of this honey is a delicate berry flavor with a slightly fruity finish. Its unique taste is not exactly a blackberry flavor. Nonetheless, it is closer in more ways than one, crisp and sweet, with a slight berry tang.

Blueberry honey: Well-rounded with rich earthy undertones, this honey varietal finishes on a playful, buttery-sweet note. It has a delicate tangy hint as an aftertaste.

Eucalyptus honey: It's an interesting mix of sweet and herbal. Raw eucalyptus honey includes subtle notes of menthol, caramel, and butterscotch.

Black Mangrove honey: Rich sweet and savory flavor. Highly recommend in BBQ sauces and marinades. Black mangrove trees are one of the few saltwater plants bees forage nectar from.

Saw Palmetto: It is full-bodied, citrusy, and smoky, with woody overtones. You might even taste a little caramel in there.

[breelandwalker]

hey bree! quick Imbolc question.

i’m planning to make a meal for my d&d party since one of our sessions lands on the holiday. as a kitchen witch, i know to make something with dairy, but one of our members is lactose intolerant.

am i able to substitute dairy for anything? if so, what?

Absolutely! Imbolc's festivities include the celebration of cows and the dairy, but if health and dietary restrictions require the substitution of margarine and soy or almond milk, the symbolism of the thing is enough.

Apart from milk and butter and cheese, other Imbolc foods include oatmeal, soda bread, ham, eggs, honey, marmalade, preserves, treacle, molasses, and fish. There's plenty that can be done with. that. Personally, I like a nice honey-glazed salmon filet garnished with a bit of blackberry jam, but you could just as easily do a fruit and veggie tray with lunchmeat and soda bread and oatmeal cookies, or a little breakfast spread with eggs, ham, toast, preserves, and maybe an oatmeal bar with "fixins."

Keep in mind when you're planning the menu that it's not about restricting the food to JUST Imbolc-associated things, but rather making an effort to include them in whatever way best suits you and your guests.

Have a blessed Imbolc and good luck with your party!

[pink-whiskey-woman]

Cruel Summer

You swore to yourself you’d never fall in love with any small, sweltering, middle of nowhere town but here you were settled down in Dynamite, Texas population 1,313 two stoplights dot the entire city. Back roads and flowering fields litter your view as far as your eye can see. You live in a modest little house that your new remote job’s salary is helping pay for. You pull into your driveway and notice the handsome stranger next door looking at the shingles and eaves of your sweet neighbor Joan’s house. Unloading your groceries you can’t help but notice the tan forearms and taut chest underneath a dusty blue tee shirt and strong looking legs and a small but pert looking ass in faded blue jeans. You yank the last of your bags out of your car when you hear a deep southern drawl behind you, “Can I give you a hand with your bags?” You turn around to face deep brown eyes, patchy beard with a heart near the chin and dimple and a sweet toothy smile. “Sure, you manage to get out, “names Joel and you are” as Joel grabs the majority of your bags biceps flexing underneath their weight and you stare unconsciously at them. “Your name is” he trails off and breaks your very obvious eye contact with his arms, the dimple showing and the blush creeping up your neck and face. “It’s Taylor” you say sweetly “nice to meet you Joel”. You grab the few bags not in his hands and your keys and unlock your front door that opens into a small but cozy living room and your very girlie pink kitchen, a poster of Taylor Swift hangs on your wall from her Eras tour and Joel chuckles when he sees it. “What, you ask incredulously, she was amazing in concert”.”I went with work friends and we had a fantastic girls night and drank and danced and relived our college years” “Just didn’t think you’d be into someone like that but hey whatever floats your boat darlin” He lays the bags on your kitchen table and helps you put stuff away seamlessly like you’ve known each other for years. After everything is put you away you offer Joel a drink to thank him and you wind up talking for what seems like forever. You talk about past lives, what brought you to Dynamite, dating history, favorite drinks, food, everything. 

After a few good glasses of wine and a good buzz growing between the two of you, you decide to sit outside in the cool Texas night air and continue talking and somewhat flirting. Joel grabs another glass of wine and drags his fingers lazily across your arms as he goes to sit down giving you goosebumps in the process and a familiar tug of heat starting to build in your stomach.  As you continue to talk his full lips and chocolate colored eyes draw you in just as sweet as his molasses sweet voice. You move closer to him on the front porch swing the scent of smoke and blackberries of the wine and his musk create an intoxicating combination and it draws you like a moth to a flame. The stars splay out over the midnight sky and your hands comes to rest on Joel’s thigh his large hand intertwining in yours, the heat continuing to simmer within you. “Definitely a beautiful night out tonight, so clear and this is the first time I’ve seen so many stars” you whisper and your face is dangerously close to his. He turns to face you eyes wide and with the haze of wine buzz his hand cups your chin and kisses your lips softly the tang of wine and cigarettes mixes headily in your mouth and your curl your tongue around his pulling it into yours more and his kisses get hungrier and more fast paced, his hands now wandering down your tank top to your chest pushing the strap down to reveal a baby blue lacy bra cup. His mouth leaves yours and licks and sucks down your neck dotting you with tiny little marks as the blush continues to bloom on your chest and cheeks. His mouth settles on the bra cup and his hands yanks down the cup to roll and pinch your nipple until it is a tender bud and it elicits soft moans out of your lips the swing tugging and moving hard on its chain and Joel continues to need your nipple and breast with his hands and mouth your hands steady on his muscular thighs and briefly moving upwards towards the growing bulge in his jeans. “Let’s go back inside onto a more comfortable surface the swing kisn’t made for this you playfully say”. Joel scoops you in his arms and kicks ope your back door ad you lead him down the hall past the kitchen to your bedroom, your heaven on earth. Walls a cool slate blue frame, a 4 post bechd and a big fluffy yet firm mattress. He tosses you onto the mattress and yanks off his shirt revealing a solid chest, golden tan skin and defined yet soft belly a sprinkle of hair leading down below his navel and those delicious arms of his. You take your tank off and shimmy out of your shorts the baby blue set you wore on full display for him. He pushes you up your bed and takes his belt off slowly wrapping it around your wrists and securing you to your headboard propped up against your pillows. Thank god you decided to open a window earlier so a cool breeze floats through what is obvious body heat building between the two of you. Joel continues his climb over you and all you can feel is heat and man and sex. He reaches around you and snaps your bra open and holding a wrist in each hand unloops the restraint so he can fling your bra onto the floor and just as quickly you're restrained again. His mouth is on you like a heatseek missile rolling nipples into tight sensitive buds licking and sucking little lip marks on the curves and peaks of your breasts and all you can do is writhe beneath him and moan as he pushes every button of yours to perfection. “Doin ok darlin? And all you can get out is “Yes, please keep going” the heat burning inside of you and a wetness builds in your lacy panties that you can feel and that your pray Joel explores too. Your thoughts must be telekinetic as immediately Joel moves down your chest softly kissing your stomach feeling the skin flutter beneath his lips before trailing lower and lower his lips whispering over the waistband of your panties. “ Such a good girl getting wet for me already.. I knew I’d like you and like getting you worked up”. His hands moved down the sides of your body slowly, meticulously as if he were taking in every inch and memorizing it. 

He hooked his fingers into the waistband and tugged them down revealing a soft thatch of hair above soft pink sex already glistening with wetness. His fingers stroked the top of your mound making you feel heat in your body in places it never felt before and lingered a bit before tracing down your folds and opening you up to trace lines before finding your clit with his thumb and rolling over it with the pads of his finger. The sensation pulsates through your body as he breaks the tension by taking two large fingers and thrusting them inside you, scissoring you open and working you for what's bursting at the seams in his jeans. HIs fingers and thumbs are coaxing you to wiggle and strain against your restraint, the leather making imprints on your wrists but you don’t care. The faster he thrusts his fingers the more you buck your hips against them, willing him to go harder and faster the veins popping under his forearm as he flexes deep within you the pressure continuing to build like a tea kettle hot steamy and ready to boil. Joel continues fucking you with his fingers the noises coming from you are obscene and the louder they get the ore you moan and the moans spur Joel on to add a third finger. All three fingers plus his thumb rolling on your cit have you seeing stars and squirming and pulling at the belt to be released. Joel takes his free hand and anchors it gently at the base of your throat and pushes, hard, but not suffocating and holds you in place as he lowers his mouth and seals his lips over your clit and sucks making the squelching louder and your moans rolling out of your mouth along with exclamations of “Fuck, Joel, don’t stop” and he does not alternating his thumb fingers and tongue in one rhythmic decent on your sex and you feel the heat bubbling to the service and you cannot hold it in anymore. You scream and soak his fingers with your slick and t goes all over his face and fingers and he buries his face in your chest and talks you through your release the slick sticky and sheened on him and your thighs. He takes his fingers out and puts them to you lips and you open and suck greedily tasting yourself and the salt of his skin in your mouth and you want more. “Unhook me so I can make you feel as good as you just did” and Joel releases your wrists from his belt and you shake your wrists out. You undo his jeans button and zipper and slide them down taking his boxer briefs with. His erection springs out and it is just as you imagined thick veiny and with a velvety soft foreskin that has stretched and shown his true size. You push him back on your bed and take the tip swollen and leaking salty drops of precum into your mouth and swirl the head around teasing the slit with your tongue. You lick up and down the veiny shaft and foreskin and see the muscles in your stomach tense with every touch. You take him inch by inch and whatever doesn’t fit in your mouth you work with your hands until it is a stiff peak in your mouth, hard and glorious and massive. “ Darlin, I wanna fuck you I promise I’ll let you finish me later but right now I want your pretty pussy around my cock” he sweetly whispers. You slide your mouth off with a pop and he flips you on all four, knee nudging your legs apart so he can see everything. Your sex is swollen and puffy and wet again and he spits on it for a little extra friction. His cock is hard and he teases you by slapping against your clit and the touch shoots electricity throughout your body. He notches himself at your entrance and eases in inch by inch the stretch feels like a workout and your body contorts to fit around his massive python but the feeling is delicious. 

He pulls out again but this time fills you entirely with one thrust the feeling indescribable pleasure mixed with slight pain he wraps one strong arm around you and the other grabs your hip tight enough to make a bruise as he behind a steady pace of thrusts your body backing up to meet his every move sweat beading on both of your bodies the pace quickening as you buck against him his arm wrapped around snakes down to your clit rolling it between his fingers the nerves feeling like bolts of lightning between your thighs,his cock filling you devilishly balls slapping against your ass cheek each thrust harder than before the tip of his cock hitting your cervix and the secret spots you thought no one would ever reach each move bringing your both closer to climax. “I’m getting close Joel” you grit out and all you hear in return are grunts and the occasional Fuck which means to you hes in agreement. His thrusts are harder and you feel white hot heat building in your core and as he's thrusting before you know it you are squirting soaking his cock stars and galaxies shining behind your eyes. Joel’s release comes not much after and he paints your insides with thick ropes of hot, milky cum that spills onto his cock and out of you after he pulls out. The ache between your legs is exquisite and you shake as he pushes his cum back into you and makes you hold it. By now a slow sleepy haze fills your room and you both get lazily dressed. “ You gonna be a good girl and keep that cum in you until I come back later tonight”? You coo out a sweet “Yes baby” and walk him to the door.He kisses you softly and slowly and gets back in his truck and takes off back home. You close the door and put the tightest but comfy panties you own back on making sure not to spill a drop out of you. You turn your Alexa on and cruel summer is on the chorus just about to hit “It’s new the shape of your body” and you laugh to yourself.If this is what Taylor means by a cruel summer you are all in and cannot wait for night to come so you can see Joel again.

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