Why are anons such asses?
They are just cowards who can’t show their faces. It’s pathetic.
I post that non-ooc. That’s why it was here.
MY LIFE IS COMPLETE.
BLARRGHRGRHRGHRGRHR
Kevin. Kevin, up here. I need to talk to you.
WHO’S CALLING MY- NO. NO, YOU’RE DEAD! YOU’RE DEAD! I KILLED YOU!
Hello again, Kevin. We have unfinished business you and I.
NNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
As her nails scratched over his shoulder blades he couldn’t help but moan out, feelings his skin tingle from the marks left from her nails. He felt his thrusts getting a little faster, the feeling of her around him clenching and squeezing his cock with each thrust was almost to much to handle. The mixed sound of the Jeep rocking and Perrie’s soft whimpers was like music to his ears. A girl whimpering was such a turn on to James but hearing Perrie ask him to go harder, followed by a beg he couldn’t control himself. He pushed his hips forward, feeling his pace start to quicken his thrusts getting rougher. He felt her kissing his temple once again, something he really enjoyed. His hand squeezing her thigh a little harder as his hips slammed into hers. “fuck.. P-Perrie..” he wanted to tell her how great she felt but he couldn’t get the words out the feeling was to much. Shivers running down along his spine.
He dipped his head pressing his lips to her ear whispering, breathlessly “mm such a good girl” he growled and grunted. His cock pushing deeper with every thrust, his pace getting faster and faster. His breathing getting rapid. His lips moving down to her neck kissing over her pulse point. “Perrie will you uh-..” he shook his head trying not to feel shy, after all how could he when they where doing this. His hands slid onto her sides as he pulled her up against him, as he turned around sitting up against the back seat of the jeep pulling her onto his lap. Staying inside her the whole time. His eyes running down over her body biting his bottom lip as he watched himself enter her over and over. His eyes flicking back to hers as he leaned in crushing his lips to hers kissing her hungrily, breathing heavily between kisses.
Perrie wanted to say something, to describe the moment, but there was really no way she could. The feeling was there and it was glorious. Magnificent. Like fireworks going off in her head. His quick and eager pounding, his grunts, the way his eyebrow twitched. Perrie tried her best to keep her eyes on him, but her eyes continued to close, taking in the pleasure that was encasing her body. The fabric from the seat was rubbing her back raw, much like a carpet burn, but the feeling of him in her was much more appealing. Feeling him begin to shift positions, she looked at him confused. Perrie pulled herself close to him, wrapping her arms around his neck as he sat up and braced himself against the back of the seat. Now they were both facing upright, Perrie eyeing him face on. It was a much better view, a relaxing position. Now, this time Perrie could help out.
Using her knees and the help of his hands on her waist, Perrie began to bounce in his lap. Rolling her hips in a wave motion, she kept her chest pressed against him, grinding into his lap. She kept her hand on his shoulders, her nails once again digging in. “B-babbyy..” She wasn’t quite sure where that came from, or how that snuck in, but she said it in such a lustful tone, you may not think that was Perrie at all. Like an animal, she dove into the kiss, only to break, kissing along his jawline. The animal in Perrie was emerging. Leading her lips to his ear, she breathed heavily, moaning sweet nothings into his ear. “You feel so good inside of me..” She didn’t know what else to say, the rest of her just wanted to moan out random profanities. “F-fucckkk meeeee.”
(Source: perrienash)
Track her down with my investigative skills, beat the perpetrator to a bloody pulp, slit his/her skin open with a rusty butter knife, throw them in a tub of salt, carry Sarah away bridal style, take her to my room, strip her naked, then watch History Channel with her.
Trichophilia. I enjoy a nice head of hair. (I’m being sarcastic.)
Then the more power to them, and I would be thrilled. Sarah deserves to be happy, the same with James.
