missionary, doggystyle, cowgirl, 69, on the couch, in the bed, on the kitchen counter, in the shower, in the car, i’ll cook for him, i’ll clean for him- okay i’m done
Manchester United supporters protest against Mason Greenwood of Manchester United and the Glazers, owners of Manchester United, outside the stadium prior to the Premier League match between Manchester United and Wolverhampton Wanderers
hello my love, im here again to request for licking their lips for our favourite himbo jamie. no one can keep me away from this blog for too long, they will have to pry it from my cold dead hands 🫶🏼
You’re too kind 🥺🥺💜💜
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“Keeley? Where do you keep your extra towels? I need one for my hair.”
You walked out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped snuggly around your body as you made your way down the stairs. The house had grown quiet in the time it took you to take a shower. Before, music had been blaring, your best friend’s voice on backup vocals adding to the noise.
Rounding the corner, you walked into the dining room to find a new figure sitting at the table.
You let out a loud shriek, startled so badly that you lost your footing and crashed to the floor.
“Fuck!”
“Sorry! Sorry!”
Jamie Tartt scrambled from his seat, increasing the distance between you, with his hands in front of him to show innocence. Your grip on the towel turned your knuckles white.
“Jamie,” You said angrily. “What the fuck are you doing here? Where’s Keeley?”
“She let me in before runnin’ out,” He explained with his hands still up. “She thought she’d be back before ya got out.”
You relaxed only slightly as you brought a hand up to fix your hair. Hands slowly lowered back down to his sides. His eyes never left you, trailing up and down your just barely covered body.
“Don’t look at me like that,” You said as your heart skipped a beat.
He licked his lips.
“Like what?”
“Like you’re seeing me naked.”
“You’re not naked are ya?” A beat passed. “Wouldn’t complain if ya were, though, would I?”
You swallowed hard as the heat rose in your cheeks.
“I’m gonna go put some clothes on,” You said slowly. “And you’re gonna stay here.”
He raised his hand in a one finger salute. “Yes ma’am.”
Though he stuck to his word, you were too aware of his eyes never leaving you as you made your way back up the stairs. Even worse, you were also aware of the fact that you loved every second that he couldn’t look away.