#idk idk! spicy playful Thanksgiving morning moments with Miguel just...rotted my brain alllll day today! ( ⸝⸝ ꩜ ᯅ ꩜⸝⸝)

[mrsoharaa]

❥Ꮺ Currently thinking about the way you'd sneakily, sinfully slip yourself beneath the weighted warmth of your shared covers and travel your way down to the destination of your greedy, lustrous intent. Small palms would gently fondle and massage his thick, strong thighs as you plant teasing, ghost like kisses amongst each inner thigh on your way down. Your lips finally finding their way into his tightening briefs as you carefully, diligently refrain his throbbing, hot length straining painfully against his confinements.

Carefully pumping him, you give the bulbous, dark brown tip a delicate kiss. Hearing nothing but the sound of stifled grunts and grumbles bellowing within the thicken air, your wide, doe eyes swiftly meet up to his. Wallowing momentarily at the gentlness his dark, curls of mahogany drapes over the allure of his awakening features.

The imminent longing, still exhausted gaze beaming down at you with such hazed confliction. Thick brows knit softly together as his wide right hand swindles its way into your tresses. Each long, thick digit prying into every strand it could mangle its way into, his hips slightly shifting as his haze slowly gnaws out from his inclined peaceful slumber.

"Aye dios cariño, so early in the morning with you" his rasp voice barrens with a steep chuckle, thumb gently caressing the root of your head with tender strokes. Awakening irises of hued copper peering down at you with such amusement and glee. Hefty breaths hitching slightly with each pump of your supple palm.

You simply hum softly against his twitching head, giving it another chaste kiss as your hand continues to steadily stroke along the hardening, fervent shaft. Your thumb brisking over the tender of his sensitive tip.

"Couldn't help it baby...I was getting hungry" you bat your full lashes up at him with such weighted immodesty, shrouding the forged sweet and innocent guise with such oozing depravity and ascending lust burning against your tongue and heated stare.

Sends an erratic, buzzing pulse down the stride of Miguel's stirring, awakening firm figure. A fuzzy, torrid sensation rutting at the midst of his solid hips. As his mind instantly flips into a ravenous, boundless awry abyss. Nothing but the prudent, vile thoughts of having you in between his legs and letting you have your way with him, triggered his animistic, unwavering hunger for you.

His fingers weaves more profusely into your hair, a mere deep hum reverberating against his tightening chest. God, how badly he wanted to flip the positions and ravish you ever so desperately and greedily. Just to have his tongue deprive you from all sense of maneuvering even in the slightest. To have you cry, whimper and plea out for more of his insatiable, sensuous touches.

"Such a tempting offer, Nena...but we are at your parent's lake house for Thanksgiving, I think it's best that we don't do anything provocative right now...especially when they're bedroom is right next to ours" he gently assures with lighten strokes through your hair, flinching airily when he feels your welcoming soft breaths seep into his bare flesh. Coaxing his painfully pulsating cock within your comforting, tender grasp.

Deeply inhales a breath when he feels your tongue glide along the slit of his leaking tip, cursing shakily under his Spanish tongue. Wrangling his prolong fingers through each strand of your hair with added pressure, his cock agonizingly throbbing amongst your vexing motions.

"...They're only two doors down baby...besides一" you continue to pump his twitching length with your silken palm, basking a warm breath along his sweltering flesh as your eyes gleam at him with such dire want and kindled mischief. Lips nearly centimeters away from his pulsating dick.

"I know you want this just as much as I do...you'll just have to try to stay quiet while I devour you Miggy~" and not a moment after your mildly provocative statement had recited through his burning ears, Miguel could not take his hands (or any part of his body for that matter), off of you from that start of a morning. ‹3