ngh. he can't wait..
poor marnie can't speak, let alone 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬. his brain was fried on gloria's boysmell, moaning into his sack in an attempt to stimulate him.
there wouldn't be a drop of sweat left after marnie was done..
they were in public. they should be so ashamed! what if someone saw..?!
...
just the thought got marnie throbbing. that, and gloria's soft hand.
he looks over at gloria with a smile, staring deep into his eyes.
you always were the cock kissin' type.
( marnie chuckled, running a hand through his hair and letting out a small sigh. )
suppose it isn't really morning though, is it?
worship? y'mean drag his tongue across them? replace his oxygen with gloria's musk?
as if.
...ignore how hard he's fapping his pretty cock off while he gets drunk on those poke-balls.
𝘜𝘨𝘩, gross. As if they belong on Marnie's perfect skin, stained with pre from that leaking tip.
Tch. Whatever..
Gunna plant his lips on each one. Reluctantly, of course. Leaving his mark..