#dirty that i was like 👀 i could fix him. a wash or two in the washing machine and he's good as new! his name is Frigid sgdgdgdgdg

[bunnyb34r]

We went to the big garage sale yesterday and this one guy had an absolutely beautiful set of pink depression glass and I wanted it SO BAD but I kept looking at each item like... what would I even do with this? They're too pretty to use and where would I display them? Like here's my depression glass ice cream sundae/soda float glass (I was considering that one so bad) its next to my collection of barbies! Or my connection of Cherished Teddies sgdgdgdg like my mom has a small cabinet for knickknacks but it would still look so out of place 😩

Plus since it was an individual guy selling it and I had a bag full of shit to ring up at the front counter table, it felt weird sggddgd

But it was so pink and so pretty 😭 I wanted the whole set bc it looked so stunningly perfect as a set all together but god I dont have that kinda room for that sgdggdgdgd and again too nice to use 😥

[subtle-edge-of-rot]

Of course my love, tell me what you think if you end up completing the demo before me 👀

In addition to the reminder about the soft release, I have even more horny sinclair brothers thoughts if that's okay 🧎🏻‍♀️

You've answered similar/same asks previously but I can't get enough of the idea. The Sinclair brothers walking in on you masterbaiting to them and vice versa? My favorite.

Vincent is in the kitchen and hears your soft voice from his room. Did you need something? That sounded like his name. A few steps away from the sink and strained hearing confirms that you were saying his name, quiet and breathy. He investigates, going to his room and peeking in while it was left open just a crack.

You were getting visually frustrated with yourself on his bed, wearing one of his cream colored long sleeves and holding the sleeve close to your face. Even with the way he smells and thinking only about him while you're two fingers deep fingering yourself, you couldn't get off. It seemed like you were ruined for anything other than your partner. He was down stairs working last time you checked though and you'd feel bad interrupting him so you thought maybe you could take care of things yourself, apparently you were wrong.

With a sigh you finally opened your eyes to spot Vinny there watching in the doorway, blush spreading to your ears surely. You didn't even have time to remove your fingers, a creeping embarrassment settling over you when you realize he has a full view of your spread legs toward the door. Even with him being your partner the idea of him having watched and listened to you for however long he's been there was enough to turn your face into a tomatoe.

Alter. You can't find your favorite pair of underwear. They were soft, a little risqué and honestly a little expensive. If you had lost them you'd be annoyed to say the least. You remember slipping them into the dirty laundry pile but lo and behold they were MIA when you were ready to wash them. Nursing the oncoming of a stress headache, you decide to check the boys' room to see if you left them on the floor or they somehow got tossed under something. Nothing in Vinny's room, nothing in the bathroom. Right as you were going to check Bo's room your hand froze on the handle.

Soft little swear words and an affectionate whimper of "mama"? Bo was in the middle of something and he didn't think to invite you? Honestly? Kinda rude you don't at least get to watch. To his knowledge. You were grateful that Bo fixed the creaky hinges last week, slowly opening the bedroom door to have a look inside. Your suspicions were correct when you heard audible fapping sounds, his hand stroking a little quickly along the full length of his erection. Not only was he moaning your name but you finally found your missing panties, bundled up in his hand while he was stroking himself off.

He looked like he was a little close to his climax too by the way his breath was short and his hand was squeezing desperately along his shaft and tip. He may have came without noticing you too, if it wasn't for you clearing your throat. He was startled to be caught but especially so having theived your underwear to try and get off. He wasn't going to get away with it so easily either, trying to play it off only to be shut up immediately when you reached for the bottom drawer of the dresser. He only needed to see the hip straps before he scrambled to close the door and this time actually lock it. He wouldn't be surprised if you shoved those panties he likes so much into his mouth while you make him into a pillow princess.

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I am SALIVATING holy shit 🖤🖤🖤

I would have the same reaction to walking in on Bo. God I want to peg him so bad