ah you caught me i'm not much of a bar gal these days or most days before these days i can't get drunk so it's a little pointless unless cisco hooked you guys up with superbooze..?
but no you're right i should have just come hang out
alright i'll come taste test, but only if you promise not to get him too drunk whenever you introduce him to the stuff. i'll head your way soon.
[ which she totally does, it only takes her about twenty minutes to shake off her laziness and webswing over to the rogues' bar, a bar she hasn't actually been around before, though that's really only because she figured out that Barry was kind of working there for a while. she wasn't ready for that yet. but now it's- it's whatever, she can deal with it, and if Mick was talking about keeping it a secret from him, he clearly wasn't there now. hopefully. maybe.
either way, she gets there, manages to catch up with Mick in a small-talk kind of way before he's pouring her a few shots, and over the period of time it takes for her to down them all, whatever crap she was worried about before kind of just drops to the back of her mind. she's not trashed, her spider-sense doesn't really allow her to be, but she's feeling sluggish and cozy and relaxed by now, so that's nice. it's kind of really nice.
she doesn't remember when she decided to sit on top of the bar instead of on her stool beside it, legs draped over the bartender side, but she's there. maybe it's a spider thing, maybe she just likes sitting somewhere a little elevated. maybe she's also drunk, so that makes it seem logical too. nobody seems to have a problem with it, at least. ]
I can't feel my tongue anymore. [ again, not trashed, but- ] Did he have to make it taste like cinnamon? I have to ask him. My whole mouth is tingly. Nnhl. [ that's a funny "tingly mouth" face, yes ]
[Meanwhile Mick is enjoying this. He's been enjoying it since Gwen arrived and perched on a stool and immediately started chatting as if they were old friends, he's been enjoying watching her give that super-booze the once-over, and now he's enjoying what being tipsy does. Namely, it makes her sit on the bar, and ask rhetorical questions.]
Tingly mouth and no tongue, huh? Sounds like it's a winner.
[There aren't many other patrons gracing their establishment at the moment, no one but a couple of regulars at a table in the far corner, and even as Mick glances at them again to check the levels in their glasses, they get up and file out. The door shuts behind them into silence, which he could change by tossing a few coins into the jukebox, but the silence will do for now.]
[ because for all the tingly numbness in her mouth, she does feel good. she's not about to take up drinking, she can't imagine feeling like this all the time, but for right now it's great. her life isn't bad, but it's been confusing lately, sure. people leaving, people coming back. thinking that maybe, maybe she should just head back home soon, too. get back to her harsh reality instead of sticking around here where the worst that can happen is something like heartbreak.
man, superbooze makes her dramatic, huh? ]
Better be careful, giving this stuff to Barry. He's still learning, y'know, he could speed up and tear this place apart. Can't have that. [ she sounds so concerned but, yknow, in a drunk way. looking around like she can just picture the destruction a new speedster could cause here. her hands rest back behind her on the bar, her head tipping back as she looks up at the ceiling ] I don't think I could do my spider thing right now, not like this. Lucky there's no crime here. [ when she picks her head up again, her cheeks are pink ] Do you have any powers? You'd tell me if you did, right?
I'd tell you. [He's used to tipsy rambling, it's a pretty regular feature of the Gallery. He shifts to pull the heat gun out from beneath the bar and holds it up, turning it so she can see every angle.] 'S all I got. That and I've time traveled so much, I don't feel the side effects anymore. Not sure that counts as a power, but it got pretty convenient toward the end of my tenure as Chronos.
[He stows the heat gun again and pours himself another drink, of the regular run-of-the-mill bourbon.] Don't worry about Barry. We take care of him. [He's become pretty important to their little crew, although damned if Mick knows how that happened. It just happened.]
Whoa. [ well that certainly is a big gun. Gwen's just watching him pour his drink after she gets over that, maybe tempted to ask for more herself, but she doesn't. it's weird being drunk, even if it's a good weird. she doesn't want to push it. plus, she's more interested in what he's talking about, even if- ] I only understood about 20% of the words that just came out of your mouth. How do you travel through time if you don't have any powers?
[ she looks so!! concerned!! but then she's shaking her head, kind of laughing because wait no now is not the time for that discussion. she's already distracted with trying to nudge Mick over in front of her again, reaching out to try and hook her foot around the side of his leg, ( kinda literally ) nudge him over this way. which will put him between her knees but that's fine. he's easier to focus on if he's right in front of her. ]
Nevermind. I'm not gonna get it right now anyway. [ and apparently that's funny to her, recognizing that. she's got no focus right now!! she doesn't feel loopy or anything, just- unfocused. sure. or too focused on things that don't usually occur to her, like how broad Mick is. he's just a big dude. it makes her think about how she doesn't generally spend a lot of time with big dudes. just something to think about. she's thinking about it. ] Can I tell you something?
[He goes, trying not to laugh but honestly not trying that hard not to laugh. It's funny, she's funny like this, and maybe he'll answer the question about time traveling without superpowers the next time there's a break in the conversation, but for now he just settles between her legs, hands braced against the bar on either side of her.
He doesn't feel like he's boxing her in, and he has a feeling that even like this, she could get out of it if she wanted to. Just by asking, for one. It's still casual, just him looking amused and her looking that particular kind of intent that people sometimes get when they're drunk.]
Sure. Tell me whatever you want. 'S what bartending's for.
[ her knees bump against the sides of his thighs once he's there in front of her, and she doesn't feel like she's boxing him in either, but in a way she kind of is. wants to be, anyway. god, he is so not her type. which, right now, makes him her type. it's hard to make sense of it in her head, so she stops trying. instead she's reaching to thumb at the hem of his shirt, and if it comes off as flirtatious to watch his face while she twists the fabric around her finger a little bit, then she's actually really okay with it. ]
I'm pretty stoked you swiped right. [ she grins up at him because maybe she should have said something semi-serious there, maybe he's used to sincere drunken confessions, but hers is sincere in a silly way - true, but ridiculous. ] You could have not swiped right, but you did. S'pretty great.
Yeah, I did. Don't always. [He shrugs, pretty comfortable with this whole shirt-tweaking thing, it's just one of a couple layers of henleys, nothing even remotely nice, just like him. Mick's never been one on overthinking anything, he leaves that to Len and Ray and just about everyone else on his team. He's just gonna grin and let her keep doing it.] Glad you liked it.
[ her brows lift at "don't always" like it's the most interesting thing she's ever heard, and some part of her totally takes it as a compliment, but the other is just feeling silly over it, wants to tease him, ask does that make me special? but instead her fingers are just pulling a little more at his shirt, like he isn't already right there in front of her, her other hand slipping under the fabric to drag her nails, her palm, over to rest on his side. still pulling on his shirt, like maybe she 's feeling indecisive and impatient at the same time. cause she totally is. ]
If you don't kiss me soon I'm going to end up ripping this shirt apart-
Do it. [It's immediate, like a challenge through a bared-teeth grin.] See if I care. Here's a hint: I won't.
[But then again, he'd wondered if that's what she was after, but he hadn't wanted to swoop on in and get tossed over his own bar. He knows she could do it, she's plenty strong enough, but hey, looks like that might not happen. So, yeah, without moving his hands off the bar on either side of her hips, he shifts into her hand—on his right side, she'll find his whorls of burn scar soon—and the kiss is accompanied by a very low growl.]
[ Gwen's kind of laughing once he's leaning in to kiss her, but it gets muffled fast, her heels finally just hooking behind his knees to pull herself up against him even with her butt still parked on the bar. she doesn't notice the scars, for now, because both of her hands move so one can hold his face while her other arm wraps behind his neck, quickly shifting a kiss to making out. because she wants to make out with Vin Diesel. so that's happening.
she's not going to rip his shirt because she's too busy kind of clinging to him, because maybe sitting up on the bar already puts her at a better height than she would be standing, but the urge to climb him like a tree doesn't just go away because of that.]
[Mick's hands bracket her hips, gripping tight with gloved fingers, as she pulls herself flush against him. It's not what he'd expected when she'd come by, but she'd all but started it and he's not about to turn her down. He nips at her lower lip, not for the first time a little relieved that these fire powers of his are only affecting his hands, and those fireproof gloves are a decent solution.
There's still no one in the bar, and a part of him wants to close early and see where this goes, but then again, the idea of someone walking in is fun.]
[ meanwhile, the gloves aren't super doing it for her, but whatever, maybe he likes gloves. people have their quirks, okay. but she didn't notice it the last time they were hanging out.. eh, it's fine. she definitely likes that they're right here out on the bar, that someone could walk in, and she likes how he's holding onto her. actually yeah, maybe she doesn't love the gloves, but she loves that grip. she's not usually the type to rush all the good stuff, the kissing and getting handsy before moving things along, but right now she wants to.
she's blaming Mick for that, yep. ]
Tell me you've got condoms hidden away somewhere in this place. And that you're cool with fucking someone on the bar. [ her eyes shift sideways before she's laughing again, breathless ] And that wall.
[The grin is sharp, and he leans in to kiss her again with a hint of teeth before stepping back.]
You're in luck.
[What's this, a ribbon of condoms stored in one of the built-in drawers behind the oak bar. Never let it be said the Rogues Gallery goes unprepared. Mick carefully tears one off, drops the others back into the drawer, kicks it shut with a boot as he turns back to settle between Gwen's knees again. This is going to be a little more awkward than usual with the gloves he can't risk removing, but he'll happily work with that.
His other hand slides up her thigh, dipping between them to run a thumb over the seam of her shorts before he pops the button.]
[ not even begging, it's just a happy kind of "yes please!" response, the kind of that comes with somebody moving his fingers against the crotch of her jeans. yeah. she leans back, heels propped on the edge of the bar so she can shimmy out of her shorts, underwear sliding down with them. shoes stay on because she has no patience for untying her laces right now, which means her shorts get caught on her left foot, but that's fine. but there is one thing- ]
-- You gonna keep the gloves on? You're not gonna catch anything.
[ she grins because she knows that's not why he's wearing them but still. better to make a joke than to seem like she's insecure about it or something ]
[Oh, right, Gwen wasn't around, maybe he should explain the gloves. And to Mick, explaining is demonstrating. He leans back enough to pull one of the gloves off, then snaps his fingers and sparks a fire that spreads like liquid over his hand, until he waves it out a moment or two later.]
Trust me, I'd love the gloves off, but until this thing goes away...
[He shrugs and slips his hand back into the glove and immediately slides his hand up the inside of her thigh, and drags his thumb over her clit with a sharp-edged grin as his other hand snaps the button on his jeans and shoves them impatiently out of the way.]
[ but she grins wide when he shows her what he can do, and she's about to protest with a "hey! you said you'd tell me!" but clearly- the gloves, right, it's not a usual thing. but she's heard about people's powers being messed with, saw it happen to Barry first hand, so she'll let it go. and definitely not argue with the gloves.
especially once he's touching her, because the rubber feels a little weird, but not a bad weird. if anything it just feels kind of dirty. she'll have to read into that later. her hands are reaching for his hips, helping him push his pants down over them since he's only got one hand and she's feeling so damn helpful right now. her heels end up back on the bar once his pants are down around his ankles, and she spits against the flat of her fingers before reaching for his cock, trying to get him harder, a little slick. but that's- it's not comfortable, sitting that way, even for a spider-totem. ]
Nnh, other side. [ they're pretty close to the end of the bar, so it's not so much to ask for. and she says it without thinking to clarify, but maybe she doesn't have to once she lays back, her head tipping off the back of the other edge of the bar, hair dropping down ] You should fuck my face first.
[He lets out a laugh, a low rumble, and saunters around the side of the bar. She's right at the perfect height if he stands on the rail, and what a view this is, goddamn. He's done something good to get a reward like this.
One hand slides over his cock, the rubber a little cool against it, stroking slow as he admires her all laid out like this on his bar, and he reaches out to slide the other over her throat, down the front of her chest to cup one breast.]
Guess I should. Gotta do what the customer wants.
[As much as he wants it, this will be on her terms, but just the idea of it wrenches a groan out of him as he steps up, the head barely brushing her lips.]
[ somehow, Gwen's body relaxes more into her new position once his hand is on her chest, a low moan breaking her silence once she's opening her mouth to lick over him. her hand moves to hold his cock so she can kind of control things a little better, but she only takes what he gives her, rolling her tongue around the head between little sucking kisses against it. she keeps it up for a little while, mostly just getting used to things being literally turned around, but actually being upside down isn't a factor for her.
it's really just making sure her top teeth don't drag too hard under the head of his dick. a little drag from her lower teeth can usually be hot in that place, but this is totally different. so. she's being careful. but once she's got that under control, her other hand is moving to his hip, fingers just sort of curling against his skin because she doesn't want to stop what she's doing to ask for more ]
[Does she like making men groan, because the groan that Mick lets out as she starts laving his cock is long and deep. This definitely isn't the first time she's done this, which is a thought that only appeals more the longer Mick thinks about it, and he takes those urging fingers at face value and moves forward a little, carefully, just a little thrust into her mouth. And once she has the rhythm of that, maybe a little deeper. Giving her a little more.
His fingers roll over her nipple, pinching lightly and rolling it through the fabric, and he wishes he could reach down enough to get his fingers between her legs, but that'll come soon enough. Meantime, he's too occupied with grinning down at her, admiring how goddamn filthy this is.]
[ she's okay with him being careful about this, it's not like she'd appreciate choking on him, but she's moaning around him too once he gives her more of his cock. she can't deep throat, okay, she can't ( she's tried ) but she still swallows against him so he can feel it the deeper he presses, sucks hard whenever he draws out. it's kind of fun being this dirty to begin with, but it adds a whole other level to it when she looks up and sees that Mick's smiling.
and okay she's sure most guys smile at some point when they're getting a blowjob but it's different when it's dirty and the rubber material of his gloves makes the pinch of his fingers a little harsher, and that's interesting. makes her moan again, whimper around him.
she uses that hand on his hip to grip a little tighter for a second, try and slow and stop his movement, because no, she can't deep throat, but she's drunk okay and maybe she just wants to see how far she can take him down, wants to feel him bump the back of her throat and swallow hard. like she already sees how dirty this is and wants to push it just that little bit more ]
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diesel! i knew cuddlr would tell me to swipe you eventually it was only a matter of time
how've you been?
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Looking forward to it huh?
Damn busy, and disappointed, ain't seen you around the bar yet
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i'm not much of a bar gal these days
or most days before these days
i can't get drunk so it's a little pointless
unless cisco hooked you guys up with superbooze..?
but no you're right i should have just come hang out
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Don't tell Barry, he doesn't know yet
Come hang out. Gotta taste test this stuff before we get the kid drunk on it
ackshun!
i'll head your way soon.
[ which she totally does, it only takes her about twenty minutes to shake off her laziness and webswing over to the rogues' bar, a bar she hasn't actually been around before, though that's really only because she figured out that Barry was kind of working there for a while. she wasn't ready for that yet. but now it's- it's whatever, she can deal with it, and if Mick was talking about keeping it a secret from him, he clearly wasn't there now. hopefully. maybe.
either way, she gets there, manages to catch up with Mick in a small-talk kind of way before he's pouring her a few shots, and over the period of time it takes for her to down them all, whatever crap she was worried about before kind of just drops to the back of her mind. she's not trashed, her spider-sense doesn't really allow her to be, but she's feeling sluggish and cozy and relaxed by now, so that's nice. it's kind of really nice.
she doesn't remember when she decided to sit on top of the bar instead of on her stool beside it, legs draped over the bartender side, but she's there. maybe it's a spider thing, maybe she just likes sitting somewhere a little elevated. maybe she's also drunk, so that makes it seem logical too. nobody seems to have a problem with it, at least. ]
I can't feel my tongue anymore. [ again, not trashed, but- ] Did he have to make it taste like cinnamon? I have to ask him. My whole mouth is tingly. Nnhl. [ that's a funny "tingly mouth" face, yes ]
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Tingly mouth and no tongue, huh? Sounds like it's a winner.
[There aren't many other patrons gracing their establishment at the moment, no one but a couple of regulars at a table in the far corner, and even as Mick glances at them again to check the levels in their glasses, they get up and file out. The door shuts behind them into silence, which he could change by tossing a few coins into the jukebox, but the silence will do for now.]
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[ because for all the tingly numbness in her mouth, she does feel good. she's not about to take up drinking, she can't imagine feeling like this all the time, but for right now it's great. her life isn't bad, but it's been confusing lately, sure. people leaving, people coming back. thinking that maybe, maybe she should just head back home soon, too. get back to her harsh reality instead of sticking around here where the worst that can happen is something like heartbreak.
man, superbooze makes her dramatic, huh? ]
Better be careful, giving this stuff to Barry. He's still learning, y'know, he could speed up and tear this place apart. Can't have that. [ she sounds so concerned but, yknow, in a drunk way. looking around like she can just picture the destruction a new speedster could cause here. her hands rest back behind her on the bar, her head tipping back as she looks up at the ceiling ] I don't think I could do my spider thing right now, not like this. Lucky there's no crime here. [ when she picks her head up again, her cheeks are pink ] Do you have any powers? You'd tell me if you did, right?
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[He stows the heat gun again and pours himself another drink, of the regular run-of-the-mill bourbon.] Don't worry about Barry. We take care of him. [He's become pretty important to their little crew, although damned if Mick knows how that happened. It just happened.]
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[ she looks so!! concerned!! but then she's shaking her head, kind of laughing because wait no now is not the time for that discussion. she's already distracted with trying to nudge Mick over in front of her again, reaching out to try and hook her foot around the side of his leg, ( kinda literally ) nudge him over this way. which will put him between her knees but that's fine. he's easier to focus on if he's right in front of her. ]
Nevermind. I'm not gonna get it right now anyway. [ and apparently that's funny to her, recognizing that. she's got no focus right now!! she doesn't feel loopy or anything, just- unfocused. sure. or too focused on things that don't usually occur to her, like how broad Mick is. he's just a big dude. it makes her think about how she doesn't generally spend a lot of time with big dudes. just something to think about. she's thinking about it. ] Can I tell you something?
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He doesn't feel like he's boxing her in, and he has a feeling that even like this, she could get out of it if she wanted to. Just by asking, for one. It's still casual, just him looking amused and her looking that particular kind of intent that people sometimes get when they're drunk.]
Sure. Tell me whatever you want. 'S what bartending's for.
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I'm pretty stoked you swiped right. [ she grins up at him because maybe she should have said something semi-serious there, maybe he's used to sincere drunken confessions, but hers is sincere in a silly way - true, but ridiculous. ] You could have not swiped right, but you did. S'pretty great.
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If you don't kiss me soon I'm going to end up ripping this shirt apart-
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[But then again, he'd wondered if that's what she was after, but he hadn't wanted to swoop on in and get tossed over his own bar. He knows she could do it, she's plenty strong enough, but hey, looks like that might not happen. So, yeah, without moving his hands off the bar on either side of her hips, he shifts into her hand—on his right side, she'll find his whorls of burn scar soon—and the kiss is accompanied by a very low growl.]
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she's not going to rip his shirt because she's too busy kind of clinging to him, because maybe sitting up on the bar already puts her at a better height than she would be standing, but the urge to climb him like a tree doesn't just go away because of that.]
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There's still no one in the bar, and a part of him wants to close early and see where this goes, but then again, the idea of someone walking in is fun.]
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she's blaming Mick for that, yep. ]
Tell me you've got condoms hidden away somewhere in this place. And that you're cool with fucking someone on the bar. [ her eyes shift sideways before she's laughing again, breathless ] And that wall.
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You're in luck.
[What's this, a ribbon of condoms stored in one of the built-in drawers behind the oak bar. Never let it be said the Rogues Gallery goes unprepared. Mick carefully tears one off, drops the others back into the drawer, kicks it shut with a boot as he turns back to settle between Gwen's knees again. This is going to be a little more awkward than usual with the gloves he can't risk removing, but he'll happily work with that.
His other hand slides up her thigh, dipping between them to run a thumb over the seam of her shorts before he pops the button.]
You wanna go in that order?
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[ not even begging, it's just a happy kind of "yes please!" response, the kind of that comes with somebody moving his fingers against the crotch of her jeans. yeah. she leans back, heels propped on the edge of the bar so she can shimmy out of her shorts, underwear sliding down with them. shoes stay on because she has no patience for untying her laces right now, which means her shorts get caught on her left foot, but that's fine. but there is one thing- ]
-- You gonna keep the gloves on? You're not gonna catch anything.
[ she grins because she knows that's not why he's wearing them but still. better to make a joke than to seem like she's insecure about it or something ]
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Trust me, I'd love the gloves off, but until this thing goes away...
[He shrugs and slips his hand back into the glove and immediately slides his hand up the inside of her thigh, and drags his thumb over her clit with a sharp-edged grin as his other hand snaps the button on his jeans and shoves them impatiently out of the way.]
Not all bad.
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[ but she grins wide when he shows her what he can do, and she's about to protest with a "hey! you said you'd tell me!" but clearly- the gloves, right, it's not a usual thing. but she's heard about people's powers being messed with, saw it happen to Barry first hand, so she'll let it go. and definitely not argue with the gloves.
especially once he's touching her, because the rubber feels a little weird, but not a bad weird. if anything it just feels kind of dirty. she'll have to read into that later. her hands are reaching for his hips, helping him push his pants down over them since he's only got one hand and she's feeling so damn helpful right now. her heels end up back on the bar once his pants are down around his ankles, and she spits against the flat of her fingers before reaching for his cock, trying to get him harder, a little slick. but that's- it's not comfortable, sitting that way, even for a spider-totem. ]
Nnh, other side. [ they're pretty close to the end of the bar, so it's not so much to ask for. and she says it without thinking to clarify, but maybe she doesn't have to once she lays back, her head tipping off the back of the other edge of the bar, hair dropping down ] You should fuck my face first.
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[He lets out a laugh, a low rumble, and saunters around the side of the bar. She's right at the perfect height if he stands on the rail, and what a view this is, goddamn. He's done something good to get a reward like this.
One hand slides over his cock, the rubber a little cool against it, stroking slow as he admires her all laid out like this on his bar, and he reaches out to slide the other over her throat, down the front of her chest to cup one breast.]
Guess I should. Gotta do what the customer wants.
[As much as he wants it, this will be on her terms, but just the idea of it wrenches a groan out of him as he steps up, the head barely brushing her lips.]
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it's really just making sure her top teeth don't drag too hard under the head of his dick. a little drag from her lower teeth can usually be hot in that place, but this is totally different. so. she's being careful. but once she's got that under control, her other hand is moving to his hip, fingers just sort of curling against his skin because she doesn't want to stop what she's doing to ask for more ]
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His fingers roll over her nipple, pinching lightly and rolling it through the fabric, and he wishes he could reach down enough to get his fingers between her legs, but that'll come soon enough. Meantime, he's too occupied with grinning down at her, admiring how goddamn filthy this is.]
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and okay she's sure most guys smile at some point when they're getting a blowjob but it's different when it's dirty and the rubber material of his gloves makes the pinch of his fingers a little harsher, and that's interesting. makes her moan again, whimper around him.
she uses that hand on his hip to grip a little tighter for a second, try and slow and stop his movement, because no, she can't deep throat, but she's drunk okay and maybe she just wants to see how far she can take him down, wants to feel him bump the back of her throat and swallow hard. like she already sees how dirty this is and wants to push it just that little bit more ]
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