@JINKIESNACKS “like, if you say so daph. there’s really nothing on ‘em though.”
still, he unbuttons, unzips and promptly tugs them down. he’s like a pasty winnie the pooh.
@JINKIESNACKS then he’s practically dropping her phone to the floor to allow himself the freedom to fuck into her at a pace that doesn’t feel absurdly slow——only problem being now he feels really close to cumming. he probably should have bought condoms.
“like, fuck, daph——.”
@JINKIESNACKS “fuck! uh——shit! sorry, daph just like… spilled the… uh… carbonic acid all over my jeans, man. i’ll, uh, i’ll call you later. she’ll call you later. okay?”
he’s in a rush, panicked, and maybe hangs up the call a little too fast to sound natural after she moans. ( ﹠. )
@JINKIESNACKS granted it means letting go of her leg with one of his arms, and then he’s throwing off his balance a little: leaning in too far, folding her up beneath him and chewing on his lip to keep from groaning.
“huh? yeah. no, uh… your girlfriend’s, like, working me like a dog dude.”
@JINKIESNACKS oh no, oh man——fred wants to talk to him 𝘯𝘰𝘸? and she’s going to let him? sometimes, he could swear she’s lost her mind. or wants to be caught. he’s not exactly keen on having somebody the size of fred trying to pound him into a pulp.
still, he takes the phone. ( ﹠. )
@JINKIESNACKS battering against her cervix. he’s not 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 loud, even if it feels good enough inside her to warrant more noise... but fred probably wouldn’t like hearing a constant ‘plapplapplapplap’ while he’s trying to talk at her.
@JINKIESNACKS “aw, man…”
shaggy groans against her foot as soon as the phone starts to ring, he can feel the vibrations rattling the floorboard beneath his knees.
“like, just ignore it man… nngh… i’ll just go slower.”
they can probably get away with this if he isn’t ( ﹠. )