#vicinity of obscenity

[randomrattt]

ITS A BANANA TERRACOTTA PIE!!! ^^

[zachdrawspoorly]

A mouse pad I’m making my boss (huge metalhead) for the holidays. Can you hear it?

[divinegrump]

Vicinity of Obscenity is the cuntiest metal song

[shabbyshoebox]

Redditor: Hey, what was the inspiration behind "Vicinity of Obscenity"?

Serj, sweating: *don't say feet don't say feet*

Serj: um

Serj: Dadaism

[ostin-jpg]

songs you should never listen to in the office:

[outlying-hyppocrate]

things of note at my friend's birthday party today: i was hungover. she was drunk. her best friend was drunk. spent the first hour or two alternating between sitting on the floor or lying down underneath the entrance table. reconnected with a childhood and collège-hood friend of mine. proceeded to sit in the hallway with said friend and another very close friend. was called a nerd (affectionately) by the former for my newfound interest in system of a down. walked two people to their tram stop, one home, and got dropped off by another after going to get my things back. lots of confusion. discussions on the strangeness of recent time. remembering the wonders (and the horrors) of last night. i am so glad to be back home so i can study and then fall into a deep slumber.

[cannibal-nightmares]

Greggo likes when I sing this song, apparently

[t4llhum4n]

Lmao what if Porter brings "Treasure" to the Summit and then Vincent is the one who gets shit for it because he was supposed to be in charge that'd be hilarious :(

[prongsfish]

terracotta pie, HEY

terracotta pie, HEY

terracotta pie, HEY

TERRACOTTA PIE

BANANA BANANA BANANA BANANA TERRACOTTA BANANA TERRACOTTA TERROCOTTA PIE

[slugvomit666]

BANANA BANANA BANANA BANANA TERRACOTTA

BANANA TERRACOTTA TERRACOTTA PIE

[songs2aiart]

System of a Down - Vicinity of Obscenity

"Banana terracotta, terracotta pie" https://youtu.be/s0isE1hUT0U

[sidereus-stars]

I love SOAD because like they have a song where the chorus is about pulling a tapeworm out of your ass and it's about how controlling the government can be/is

[thalwri]

STUFF ME!

synopsis: your mission to collect intel on an auction seems to be going well until sylus catches an unexpected jealous streak.

warnings: porn no plot, couch sex, creampie, super loud possessive sex

wc: 1,2k

sylus was not a jealous man. he wasn’t.

he knew himself as a well assured person without much that could deter him. he knew you were capable of handling yourself well in any situation and that you were loyal to him just as he was to you.

but for some reason he couldn’t figure out why he felt a small agitating tick in his neck when he watched your flirt with an auctioneer to gather information for him. the way you smiled at him, the fact that his grimy hands touched you on your arm, his mere presence within your vicinity– it was maddening.

and that was why– just a floor above the auction hall in your hotel suite– he was balls deep inside you.

you hadn’t even managed to reach the bedroom before your clothes slipped off, your lips were attached to each other, and your hands wandered all over to places only you two had the privilege of touching.

your nails were deep enough to make sylus’ back bleed for how hard he was ploughing into you. his face was buried in your pretty breasts, swollen with arousal and slick from his tongue sucking harsh love bites onto you, bounced with each slap of your hips snapping together.

“sy– wait–“ you hiccuped but your pleas fell to deaf ears. you were overstimulated, overwhelmed and yet so hungry for more.

that relentless goal to drill his cock into you and stuff you until you were only capable of saying his name drove you insane. you didn’t think he’d get this jealous. you didn’t even know it was possible.

“i didn’t like– ah– how he was looking at you.” halfway through the route to painting you with his cum for the second time, sylus’s jealousy had long faded. now he was just relishing in enjoying you– enjoying the process of bringing you to exhaustion just from pleasuring you.

he gave your lips a long sloppy kiss, imagining torturing your clit with his tongue and feeling your walls tighten around his fingers. he knew how much you loved it, and he loved seeing you squirm. your tongues swirled and bumped, leaving you both so wet and hot.

“wanted– fuck, sy– wanted you to–“ you were babbling at that point reaching orgasm number three, all while feeling empty because he decided to punish you by cumming on you instead of deep inside knowing how much you loved it. he was being so, so cruel. leaving you so soaked with your only way of leaking on him is with your own slick and the ring of cream decorating his thick cock.

your back arched just as he bullied his tip consistently at that deliciously vicious pace right on your sweet, sensitive spot. and yet, it felt so tender at the same time. his lips peppered your skin like butterflies tickling your skin, his thumbs massaged your hips while his grip tightened in the gradual slip to lose control. 

“so warm,” his hips pounded into yours at your favourite angle to the point where his heavy sacks were slapping your skin, making that familiar wet plap! plap! plap! noise with the squelches of your soaked pussy being rammed into. “you looked so good tonight, sweetie.”

you couldn’t do anything other than moan out, clawing your nails on his back, fruitlessly sucking on the muscle of his shoulder to not be so loud. the walls weren’t that thick and if room service came by to deliver the meals you had preordered earlier that night, they’d hear the most obscene sounds imaginable. 

the most lewd cries and babbling rambles escaping your pretty lips.

“gonna– gonna cu– god, please sy!” you whined as your walls clenched around his cock for the nth time that night. if your teeth weren’t clamped onto his shoulder you wouldn’t have seen him almost vibrate from the feeling of your pussy almost sucking the cum right out of him. 

“don’t worry– f-fuck–“ he moaned, slowly drawing back to plough his cock back into your weeping cunny. now he was just being mean. his eyes were slowly rolling back as he neared his edge. “ ‘m close too.”

it was just too good to pull out, too good to torture you more and more when he could sink deep in you nice and snug and decorate your walls like a fucking picasso. he just knew that image would beat any form of art. and that was just a loud reminder of how he was completely at your mercy. everything you wanted, he would give.

if his eyes could form heart shapes, he’d be the most love drunk, pussy drunk sucker that would do anything and everything for you. he wanted to spend hours tending to your needs and desires and satiating your insatiable greed for him.

his hand reached down to your aching clit to mercilessly rub circles and pinch at it like his favourite toy. a whimper slipped through your lips from the friction of your wetness between your clit and his fingers. if his relentless pounding wasn’t enough to tip you over the edge you were sure the stimulation to your raw bud would make you pass out.

your babbles turned into complete incomprehensible nonsense mixed with your lewd, slutty moans sounding like a symphony to sylus, just enough to give you one final thrust to bring you to an intense, explosive climax.

a hoarse cry ripped from your throat as your head threw back from the sheer pleasuring force, driving you into a pleasure-fuelled craze. not seconds after, thick hot cum spurted into you like a current washing into a shore.

your fluttering cunny took his seed squeezing around his cock to milk all of it out of him until he shot countless blanks. sylus continued to pound his cum deep into you, fucking you both through your orgasms.

felt so fucking good– so disrespectfully raw and nasty that you felt your stomach tighten and your hips buck against his, squelching the excess cum all over the couch. 

as the thrill began to ebb away, your breathless pants evened out. you moved your hands to stroke sylus’ back in bliss, kissing all the areas you brutally marked and bit him. sylus gently returned the gesture with his massages around your hips, cock still hard, twitching and throbbing, leaking his cum into you.

“i got intel,” you murmured. he groaned into your neck, and indication for you to say more. “the auction’s a dud. the weapons are all rip offs.”

a deep chuckle rumbled into your skin. “knew it.” his grip on your hips tightened as he readjusted his position on the couch to throw your legs onto you before trapping you beneath him with his cock twitching with fervent desire.

“good job, sweetie,” he pecked your lips with satisfaction then kissed you again, swiping your swollen lips with his tongue. “i think i’ll take care of getting intel from now on.”

it was safe to say you weren’t going to go back to that auction. or leave the suite until you were stuffed to the brim.

a/n: lemme feed you guys some good straight up smut

[sbnkalny]

Remove the black spot that keeps the toilet bowl water at a perfect way of holding you baby? vicinity of obscenity in your eyes. terracotta terracotta pie (ﾉ･o･)ﾉ

[halfway-happyyy]

frank is absolutely the 'talk you through it' kinda guy and i cannot be convinced otherwise !! 18+ below the ✂️

pressing a series of scorching open-mouthed kisses to the jut of your spine, frank gently coaxes you onto your stomach. he's so close to you that his stubble tickles the back of your bare thigh, causing you to tremble into your mattress. his raspy demand is barely above a whisper when he tells you to open your legs for him, and your immediate compliance is rewarded with a hushed, "attagirl." save for the rainstorm, and the inexplicably sexy sounds of him sucking two of his fingers into his mouth, your room is silent. when he's fully satisfied that they're ready for you, his digits fall from his mouth with an obscene sound and dance their way up the inside of your thigh.

"do you trust me, sweetheart?" you're entirely powerless to do much else but nod. it's not enough, and he shakes his head against you. "need to hear you say it, sweetheart."

anticipation has you by the chokehold so all you can manage is a breathless, "itrustyoufrank."

there's no need for him to warm you up tonight; you'd been a complete mess at the mere thought of him since before he'd even gotten home, (he'd wanted a shower first but when he caught sight of the state of you, he quickly changed his mind). so when he feels you take a deep breath in for him, he pushes two fingers into you and starts at a measured rhythm. his lips never stray far from the base of your spine when he groans out, "jesus baby, i knew you wanted this, but i guess i just didn't know how bad..."

his pace quickens, and your bottom lip finds its way between your teeth, filling your mouth with the subtle metallic hint of blood. "more..." you whimper.

frank's pace slows, and he clicks his tongue and presses a quick kiss to your back. "more what, sweetheart?"

"more please," he pulls his fingers from you completely, and the instant loss of friction is nearly enough to drive you mad. "no, please, frankie..." your whine is desperate and entirely foreign even to your own ears.

frank shakes his head against you. "hey, hey, hey, none of that, hm? gonna take real good care of you baby, just need a taste first," he sucks his fingers back into his mouth and groans around them, the simple act of that alone resulting in another surge of moisture at the apex of your thighs. "fuck, you taste so damn good sweetheart. always so damn good for me," he presses a kiss to your lower back and instructs you to take another deep breath in, and on your exhale, inserts two fingers back into you, this time the pace almost punishing. his speed is consistent, as is the way his fingers continually curve up and hammer the sensitive spongey spot deep inside of you, causing your legs to tremble involuntarily, and tears to spring in the depths of your eyes. "not gonna take you long now baby, i know it. i can feel it."

your looming release reaches a fever pitch, and normally where frank would stop, his ministrations only continue on in the same unforgiving fashion, and at some point, you roll onto your side to get more friction. frank follows you, resting his forehead against your temple, never once stopping his movements. it only takes a couple more seconds at that angle, for a new sensation to build inside of you that crashes through the blissful cloud of pleasure to plant seeds of panic in its wake. "frank, i don't think i can..."

pressing his lips to your sweat-damp cheek, he shakes his head. "you can sweetheart, i know you can cause i can feel it. it's okay, it's okay, it's okay," his words are a breathless chant that synch up with the pace of his movements, and suddenly every nerve ending in your body is ablaze with a fire only frank has the ability to extinguish, and it's all too much. as you still against him completely, a primal moan rips from the hollow of your throat, and a wave of fluid surges from you, pushing his fingers from you entirely, and drenching everything in your near vicinity. the pleasure is so euphoric that it causes white-hot stars to bloom behind your eyes, but when it ebbs away, you collapse in on yourself with a ragged sob.

frank's there to catch you from the fallout, gathering you in his arms and rocking you like he would a baby. "hey, it's okay, sweetheart. you did so good, baby. so, so good." when you've calmed down enough that you can get a proper breath in, frank tells you he's going to get you cleaned up and run you a bath while he gets the bed changed over.

[ceturyboytoy]

ok, so. potentially triggering themes: boarderline underage sex, cheating, breasts on a guy, voyeurism.

just smut, not serious. NO FUCKING MINORS!!!!!!!

"But isn't your brother home?" You giggled at your boyfriend, Eric. You were pinned by his heavy weight, squirming under his warm hands, feeling you up under your shirt. There's scratchy stubble at your neck as he kisses and sucks at your skin. Every time Eric's parents leave town, he invites you over to spend time together and fool around - his parents don't like you coming over, saying Eric needs to focus on graduating high school and wrestling. But you're pretty sure they're not fans of their star son fucking a trans boy either. Eric isn't very concerned about that, as much as he fucks you in janitors closets and sucks your little boyclit in his car after class.

"Yeah, so?" Eric lifted your shirt and started laying kisses on your chest, humming like he was desperate to kiss all of you.

"Won't he... hear us?" You gently push on his muscular shoulders, but he's strong enough to keep you pinned to the bed. You hold your whine when Eric sucks on your breast, trying to leave hickies.

"Get this off, babe." Your boyfriend is frantic, pulling off your shirt. He pushes up your legs with his thighs, spreading your legs enough for him to grind his bulge into your clothed pussy. Your mouth gets covered by his again, and it's hard to not give in to your usual antics of moaning into his mouth and begging for his cock. But knowing who's in the house right now is making you pause. Eric's brother Harvey was home, and you couldn't put your finger on why, but he intimidated the hell out of you. He wasn't mean, he actually rarely spoke. Maybe it was because he's older and an adult and obviously smart, you didn't know. Just the thought of him hearing how you get when you have sex is a little mortifying.

"Mm wait, babe-" Eric was licking into your mouth and squeezing your hips as you tried to speak. He groaned into your mouth and kept grinding.

"Let the dork hear, I don't fucking care." He grinned, pulling back and yanking your shorts and underwear off in one easy motion, making you yelp.

"But what if he- ahhh," you start, but Eric's fingers on your drippy boycunt don't care about your embarrassed pleas. You shouldn't be surprised,  your boyfriend has fucked you in actual public places, but for some reason knowing his brother could hear is just... filthy.

"Ha, your pussy's always wet for me, huh?"  Again, Eric is not a bit concerned. He pumps two fingers into your hot sopping hole, making sure to batter your g-spot and force a moan from you. Eric mumbled something that sounded like "fuckin' perv won't mind" as he stared, open mouthed, at your pretty pussy getting his fingers soaking wet.

"Eric, please." You whisper, giving in and rotating your hips into his fingers.

"What was that, babe?" He says in a normal, slightly louder voice. "I can't hear you over the sound of how bad this boycunt wants me. Say it again."

What a monster, you knew he liked seeing you flustered, but this is cruel. "Please, Eric, baby?"

"Yeah, what do you want, honey? You can say it, you can do it." He laughs under his breath. "Say it and I'll make you cum on my fingers before givin' you this dick. Huh?"

'Fucking fine,' you think before letting go completely, moaning like the slut your boyfriend knows and loves. You spread you legs farther, the wet slick sounds your pussy is making being finger fucked on your boyfriend's fingers is loud, your desperate whines and pleas would make it obvious to anyone in the vicinity what was going on.

"Want your cock! Please, please I need you to fuck me." You sound pathetic.

"That's it, that's what I want to hear. C'mon, baby." Eric's fingers sped up inside you, making the most obscene sloppy noises as you gushed around him. "C'mon, pretty boy cum all over theses fingers, yeah. Yeahh."

You're still babbling through your orgasm, thoughts of eavesdropping brothers completely gone. Eric is still softly petting your worked up pussy and he leans down to kiss you again.

"Beautiful, baby, beautiful. Now," he reaches down and pulls out his leaking dick and gives your tdick a few taps with it. "Be a good boy and makes lots of noise for me, okay?"

3:34 AM

"Shit," you groan quietly, trying to hobble down the stairs of your boyfriend's parent's house. Your hips and thighs were sore after one of the roughest fucks you've ever had with Eric. You being so embarrassed about Harvey hearing you two must have really gotten him going, he made you moan and beg and even bark for him a few times, all to just make you squirm.

Your session left you both passed out cold until you woke up with a dry throat, untangled yourself from your snoring boyfriend, and made your way to the kitchen to get a glass of water. You were shivering slightly as you poured the glass. You only pulled on your pair of briefs before coming down stairs - sure, no one but Eric would catch you if they came down at this hour.

The kitchen lights flick on, and you jump in shock. Turning, your stomach drops when you see it's Harvey standing there, not your boyfriend Eric. Well, you were wrong.

On instinct, you cover your chest and mumble an apology for your immodesty, shifting uncomfortably before his looming figure walking farther into the room. Harvey is 24 and is actually an inch or two taller than Eric, and Eric towered you, so your throat dried even more standing next to him. And while Eric was muscular and buff, Harvey was just heavy - large arms, large stomach, large legs - he took up space. It made you sweat being dwarfed by this silent giant.

"I was just grabbing water." You ramble out, knowing he can clearly see that.

"Me too." He nodded and reached for the cabinet over your shoulder. You didn't move, he didn't ask you to move, should you have moved? As he grabs a cup, his hips brush against your stomach, and you feel a small bulge. You freeze. It's surely nothing, definitely not what you thought it was. You lower your arms and just quietly watch as he pours his glass.

"I'm surprised you're awake." That's all he had to say. Of fucking course. You bury your face in your hands, groaning.

"I knew it," you peek out of your fingers and see the older brother smirking. "I'm sorry. I told him you'd hear."

"It's okay," he breathes awkwardly. Then, under his breath as he takes a sip, "I don't mind."

"What?" You grip your cup tight. You're aware of your exposed breasts and your nipples getting hard in the cool kitchen air.

"No, nothing." He turns, and you see him blushing and crossing his legs. You remember what Eric said earlier,  when he called Harvey a perv and a dork, and you suddenly felt sorta bad for the poor chubby guy. Eric is always making fun of his 'nerd' older brother for having no friends and being a virgin - which you couldn't believe, Eric could be harsh, and Harvey is cute enough. Plus, he's kinda sweet for a grown man getting hard for his little brother's high school boyfriend in their kitchen.

"I hope I didn't keep you awake with all my... you know." Slightly emboldened,  you step to the side, closer to the nervous man. He just stammers and looks down, smiling awkwardly. You clearly did keep him up.

"So, you're a trans guy?" He asked suddenly, obviously not wanting to keep talking about listening to you get your brains fucked out by his jock brother. His fingers fidgeting around the glass in his hand.

"Yup," you nod, leaving him open to question further. You loved being asked questions about your identity,  especially by cute guys.

"That's cool." He nods back, finally looking directly at your body. "I-ive never met a trans boy before. You're a really good boy. I mean- like, you make a good... boy."

You can't say you expected that. He was a little dorky, you guess. You giggle and cover your chest again, "thank you. Well, now you've seen and heard more than you probably ever wanted to."

"No, you were good!" Harvey squeezed his eyes shut, realizing how that sounded. "You are good, I- I don't mind if you guys uhh..."

"If we have sex? Loudly?" You lean in closer, trying to see his face. He shakes his head. "Were you um... listening to us, Harvey?

The man's breath is speeding up as your mostly-naked body gets closer to touching his, and he nods his head. "Yeah... I was."

"You listened the whole time your brother was fucking me?" You were partly shocked, partly satisfied. Shocked that he quietly listened to his brother fucking another boy for hours, and satisfied that you could keep his attention that long. Harvey's hand shot down to his crotch covered by his pajama pants, shamelessly fondling himself in front of you.

"Shit- yeah, I did." The shy nerd of a few seconds ago is gone. Now you see a perverted man so touch starved he'll jerk off to his own brother's teen boyfriend.

"Oh my God, Eric was right- you are a perv," you laugh, looking the giant pathetic man up and down. "Is that why you didn't go right back upstairs? You saw me in my underwear with my boytits out and had to stay and chat?"

"You look so fucking good," Harvey groans as he humps his hand, staring at your tits and your hairy belly. "C-couldn't - mmh."

You've never really thought about the prospect of cheating on Eric, certainly not with his brother, and you were satisfied to know now you felt no guilt over it. Is it a dick move? Yeah, but your boyfriend was a bit of a dick anyway.

"Hey, Harvey." You grab his hand, the sudden contact making him gasp and pause. "Let's go to your room. I wanna show you something."

"Oh, god. um- okay."

You follow behind the big man as he leads you to his room upstairs. His room is directly next to Eric's,  the reason why Harvey was able to hear you and also the reason why you both had to be very silent while you do what you're about to do.

Harvey's room was decked in anime and video game posters and merch, a gamer chair and four monitor display PC, and you didn't miss the fleshlight sitting right on the desk. Maybe he was a big dork. And for some reason, that made you even more excited. Now you were hoping he was really a virgin.

"So, uh," he let's you in and shuts the door. Turning to you, his erection is as obvious as ever. He very much enjoyed your show earlier. "What were you gonna show me?"

"Sit." Your voice is soft, and you're smiling to yourself as you gesture him to his bed. He follows your instructions, and you climb into his lap, straddling his crotch and wrapping your arms around his neck. He had slightly long, dry hair that you pushed aside to touch his nape. Thrill shoots through you when the older man shuddered and bucked up into you, making your whole body lift. Damn, he is huge.

"Guhh- you feel really good. I can't- I need to..."

"You can touch me."

Letting out a deep breath, the man grasps your breasts in both of his huge hands. He closes his eyes, loving the warm feeling of kneading your soft flesh. "Holy shit, it's so good. Your tits..."

You moan softly, gyrating your hips now and grinding right up against Harvey's cock that's fully hard now. You decide to tease him for as long as possible and see what he does. "You like what your brother did with my tits?"

"Yes," he nods against your forehead and rubs his thumbs softly over your nipples, making you shiver. Your chest is covered in fresh hickies almost reaching up to your collar bone, and they're sensitive as hell. He's basically drooling over your marked up chest as he pinched and squeezed at you, and you love seeing this desperate, pathetic, perverted grown man lose it over a teen boy with cute tits.

You take his distracted look as opportunity to kiss him, and it feels a lot warmer and wetter than kissing Eric - not bad. Harvey is obviously inexperienced in making out, but he's attacking your lips and licking into your mouth like he's been craving it for ages. It's juvenile and sloppy and really making you wet in your loose briefs.

"I'm gonna cum," Harvey grunts, pushing you down hard against his cock.

"No wait." You disconnect your lips and smile as you lift your hips off his lap. "Don't cum yet. Still have to show you something."

Quickly flipping over onto the bed you start to shimmy out of your underwear, exposing your pretty wet boycunt. Your legs open and you recline back, letting Harvey take in your whole naked form. You rub your hand above your hot gushy cunt, spreading the wet folds and exposing your hard boyclit. Moving your fingers down you finger your cum-soaked hole; you moan and squirm obscenely, widen your legs, showing off more than necessary.

"Look," giggling,  you pull your fingers out and hold them up to his face. "Your brother's. I told him we shouldn't, but he's... well you know what happened, right?"

Harvey wastes no time scooting forward and spreading your legs with his knees, and then running his chubby fingers through your teenage pussy. He groans out something that sounds like 'godfuckinshit' before sinking two fingers into you. Eric's cum is seeping out onto his brother's fingers, and you never knew how hot something that filthy could be. You just lay there and let the bigger man finger fuck your slick hole, and you know that some of the wettness isn't just your boyfriend's cum. This creepy older pervert was turning you on. Harvey is so different from Eric- he's awkward, fat, dorky, barely speaks, and not to mention he's a virgin. But you couldn't help the way you started to moan for him and his fingers that were digging so deep inside you right now.

"You're such a slut, boy." The older man grunts and puts his other large hand on your shoulder, holding you down as he flicks his wrist faster, pumping your soaked hole till you're squealing and little dropplets spill from your cunt. You clench hard around Harvey's fingers, twisting your hips against his groin and cumming for the brunet man. "Fuck yeah. Good fucking boypussy, shit."

You were still catching your breath when you saw the 24 year old pull down his cargo shorts and briefs, watching his hairy, throbbing 7 inch cock being pulled out and smacked on your belly. This makes you gasp - he was bigger than Eric, thicker, longer and uncut. There was a thick hood covering the pink throbbing head and veins going all the way down. Harvey's cock was magnificent and dripping precum all over your happy trail. He leans back over you, huffing in your face, almost snorting. "You gonna let me fuck you?"

'Mm. I-I..." You're out of words, so you just grab the creeps' fat cock and guide it to your entrance. The thickness makes you wince, but fuck when his foreskin gets coated in your slick as he's pumping into you inch by inch- your insides flutter around him.

"Shit! Oh, fuck it's tight. Little teen pussy's fuckin' tight, damn." He's right, after a vigorous session of sex with your boyfriend your poor boypussy swells up and becomes even more sensitive than before. Your hole is a quiet burning grip around his cock, and leaking like a faucet. You felt so damn small underneath this giant; his gruff hands wrapped around your thighs, pushing them up to your chest so he can snap his hips at a better angle. It's intoxicating knowing you couldn't push him off if you tried, he's just too fucking big and strong. And for reasons you can't explain, being a helpless fuck-doll in the hands of your boyfriend's big brother feels so disturbingly good. The way Harvey's got you folded in half means you can feel his hairy belly bounce off yours with every thrust, and the extra weight behind each one is delicious. "I've waited so long for this, kid."

The roll of his body combining with his huffing breath above you is hypnotizing, and so diffrent from what you're used to. Eric always had a certain arrogance when is comes to sex; he had to have the best stroke, the best head skills, try every position. You mostly loved it, he makes you cum and keeps you limber. The way you're being fucked right now though? It's pure mindless lust, sloppy and careless. Harvey doesn't care about the ache in your legs as he drills your guts to a pulp, or the sweat drops falling on you; and he especially does not care if you cum or not. This is for him, you're just the recepticle for his need.

A blissful haze settles into you as Harvey's oversized dick grinds deep in your weepy pussy, even with the slight pain from being stretched to your limit. He's hot to the touch and heavy, it's overstimulating in the best way. You don't need to think, or make overdramatic porn sounds; you're in heaven just being used as a little fuck toy. Your boyfriend's comments suddenly come to mind, and it almost brings out a laugh. If only he could see his dorky older brother plowing his little highschool boyfriend into the mattress, and how you're absolutely losing your mind for it.

"Fuck-fuck. M' gonna cum." Harvey digs as deep as he can go, like he's trying to break that thin berrier inside you. Heavy balls loudly plap against your ass until the twitching, grunting beast finishes. He didn't last as long as Eric, but you don't think you could take that kind of fucking for that long. You felt like you could pass out at any minute, but you you should probably get back to you boyfriend before he finds you in a sweaty pile with his brother.

THE END LOL IDK