Totally not wearing this loud and proud.
And he definitely didn’t buy a tshirt with same design on it to wear in the summer too.
“Alas, you’ll die once you learn the ingredients.” 🩸👹
❤️ @PulchraViribus ❤️
"Can't wait to see what's in store for tonight. Now I'll get to interact with the other killers instead of having them hold me all the time."
Cue a laugh from Bart.
The things he wants to do to @PulchraViribus when he gets home.
Let's just say he'd love it if she left the door to their room unlocked, lights out, and completely nude in bed by the time he gets home.
Oh, he'd also love it even more if she would play with herself before he ~
@PulchraViribus "As you wish," he replies, voice deepening with every word, which is how Bartholomew gets when he's aroused. Without warning, he pulls down his pants and roughly pushes himself inside her, filling her with every inch of him. Setting a rough pace from the beginning, he bites his ~
@PulchraViribus ~ her hands in one of his, pulling her fingers out of her and pressing her hands above her head against the bed.
Caressing her inner thighs with his free hand, his pale digits trailing over every other inch of her body except where she wants him to touch her the most...
@PulchraViribus Gasping, Bart pulls his hand away from his throbbing length upon hearing Ana call out to him. He wastes no time in rushing to their bedroom before he could even say a damn word.
"Fuck..." was all he could say before sauntering over to the bed, kneeling before her and taking ~
@PulchraViribus ~ shoes with the other. Bart wasn't going to make AJ wait for him long, but he wanted her to get a head start. He also won't take the rest of his clothes off until he gets into their bedroom either. The thought of her soon writhing under his touch has Bart rock hard already.
@PulchraViribus Neither can he. After today, Bart needs to see her, touch her, fuck her... Entering their room, eyes adjusted to the darkness, the dhamphir takes off his bloodstained shirt, throwing it off to the side as he sits on the couch, palming himself with one hand and removing his ~