milly sykes

“do you ( really ) care or do you want something in return?”

[milly sykes @bentovertrash]

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Tʜᴀᴛ Tʀᴀɪʟᴇʀ Tʀᴀsʜ⠀

ɴɪɴᴇᴛᴇᴇɴ. ʜɪɢʜ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴅʀᴏᴘᴏᴜᴛ.
ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ʙᴜᴄᴋ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ. ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ’s ᴄᴀsʜ ᴄᴏᴡ.
ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ. sᴄʀᴀᴘᴘʏ. ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ.

(mdni. 21+. ms. mv.)⠀

[milly sykes @bentovertrash]

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alright did the thing. made a new milly.

dm for the account. going to be a little gatekeepy to not lose muse again.

[milly sykes @bentovertrash]

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alright did the thing. made a new milly.

dm for the account. going to be a little gatekeepy to not lose muse again.

[milly sykes @bentovertrash]

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if i do the clean slate thing — fc should be. . .?

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[milly sykes @bentovertrash]

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if i were to re-make milly with a different account — would anyone still be interested in writing with her?

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[milly sykes @bentovertrash]

to risk it or not to risk it? like that was a question that milly needed asking — with him, it was always worth the risk.

the hand on his chest slid the rest of the way down til fingertips touched the zipper of his pants, a grin on her lips.

“ain’ done it in the park before.”

[milly sykes @bentovertrash]

“think you can stay quiet?”

there was a soft chuckle making it out to be a joke, however she was in the same boat. call it the ‘honeymoon’ phase, but when they kissed, it shot right through her every time.

[milly sykes @bentovertrash]

@YourDaddySykes so far this ‘wife’ job wasn’t much different — or worse — than what their relationship was before. in fact, hearing him moan for her now actually spurred her on.

hand falling away to be replaced by her mouth swallowing him down with a gag.

[milly sykes @bentovertrash]

wondering what @YourDaddySykes wants for dinner.

look at her cooking willingly for her dad — nah, her fiancée.

[milly sykes @bentovertrash]

hard to believe that at her age she’d nearly given up on the notion of romance and normal. thank fuck she hadn’t completely kicked it to the curb.

shifting to straddle his thighs, knees buried in the grass on either side of him, the hand on his cheek slid down to his chest.

[milly sykes @bentovertrash]

@YourDaddySykes catch more with honey than with vinegar — or something like that.

lips lower in time with the buck of his hips, one hand stroking the expanse of him that didn’t fit in her mouth while the other ran along his thigh. who knew she’d enjoy blowing him after all?

[milly sykes @bentovertrash]

— arms lifting at his command toward him, hands brushing through the corse hair of his chest with a smirk.

“yes, grandpa.”

[milly sykes @bentovertrash]

milly was failing to see how the deal was bad for him — she’d be the one covered in stains and limping. though she didn’t press the issue, if he wanted to play grandfather she’d welcome the change in pace.

wet tongue stretched the expanse of his shaft that covered her mouth, —

[milly sykes @bentovertrash]

@YourDaddySykes “i worked hard on it.”

and had gotten tips from the chef at the dinner — milly, much like jack, had always been a frozen dinner gal. with the belt gone, his jeans were quick to loosen. a hand pulled him free, stroking slow while lips wrapped round the mushroom tip with a moan.

[milly sykes @bentovertrash]

tongue lapped at his own, moaning under her breath with each exhale through her nose. a hand cupped the side of his face, eyes closed as she got lost in the kiss.

how positively ( perfect ) the damn day was so far.

[milly sykes @bentovertrash]

— ‘ere.”

she managed to get out between deep inhales, slowly opening emerald eyes while her tongue lapped at him.

“ya playin’ ‘dad’ now?”

[milly sykes @bentovertrash]

parted lips brushed along the wet underside of his cock, tongue brushing at the skin despite the heavy breathes that heaved her chest and burned her lungs. there was nothing clean ( or ) nice when getting used by any member of the family.

“don’ know why ya don’ jus’ live —

[milly sykes @bentovertrash]

“i’d make a great step-mom. already got two of my own.”

the laughter remaining rumbling in her chest as they spoke. lips were on his again starting a soft and slow kiss — enjoying the moment under the beating sun.

[milly sykes @bentovertrash]

@YourDaddySykes heels hit the floor with a tap, milly pecking his lips in thanks before adjusting the dress to sit correctly and following a moment later behind him.

“how was work?”

she asked, lowering to her knees and crawling under the table — hands lifting to work his belt loose.

[milly sykes @bentovertrash]

— to remove from the tangle of curls that were now drenched in sweat and cum. it would be a feat if she managed to get most of it out. thighs quivered from his unending assault — body continuing to shake, quake and drip as she screamed out through another overwhelming orgasm.

[milly sykes @bentovertrash]

work was the last thing on her mind as the morning sun was rising higher — despite how hard she searched for the damn job getting plowed, filled and knocked up by her grandfather tended to take priority. milly was all about family after all.

the spray of seed would be a pain —

[milly sykes @bentovertrash]

“jus’ feels like a step back, ya’know.”

despite speaking to him, her gaze was fixed on the ground beneath the truck where legs swung to and fro. the breeze picked up for a second making her curl into his side with a sigh.

“finances fine, least for now.”