Howdy Ho Motherfuckers! I only fuck with Lucille, my wives, and you, if you're lucky. I can't wait to piss on Rick Grimes' dead body. It would be weird NOT to..
@RevUpYaHarIey “And these? Are my Saviors.” Negan spoke, his smirk broadening at that. “Today is your lucky day! You’re no longer alone. And we’ve decided, we want to stay in this city for a while. Could use the change of scenery… and well… it’s ours.” Negan spoke to —
“That can’t be true.” Negan spoke to her as he felt her hand under his shirt. Muscles tended as he leaned into her touch. His hand roamed lower on her, tracing her skin. “I think you should let me fucking try.”
“Have you?” Negan smirked at her as she squealed in his touch. He leaned over to whisper by her ear, lips grazing her neck . “I bet you’d love to see how I’d fucking handle you.” He smirked, hand rubbing her backside.
“Yes….” He breathed, feeling her tongue across the stubble of his jaw. He eased into her, large hand playfully grabbing her backside.
“I handle more than ping pong balls.” He teased her, winking once at that. Low chuckle escaping.
Negan chuckled as her arms slid around his shoulders, moving an arm around her waist. Hand on her back, fingers stroking gently. “Oh /fucking/ crazy men. Well you’re in the right seat, princess.” He smirked at her. All flirting.