Returns from elsewhere.

I like the word.

Nods.

And the underwear.

Mmmm sexy kisses. Love riding you

I feel you too... and I hope I will feel you again...

*blows you a kiss but has to go*

((rt is pulling me away now so sorry))

I feel you mmmmm

Feeling you deep I orgasmmmmmmmm

Ready to orgasm again

Ahah sorry I got into a scene!

Main House
The Huracàn basically idled down the driveway and across the circular driveway outside before ceasing its machine gurgle, leaving Holly staring up at the pristine edifice of the house. Still haven't given it a fun, quasi-pretentious name.
House of Brix, even though there isn't a single conventional brick in sight?

Whatever. She had her dress on a foam-lined hangar under a paper top and plastic veil, carefully folded over her back in the passenger seat, herself having just changed into a tee back home. Her family had enjoyed a couple days of leisure and shopping in The City and got the all-clear to head back home, though they were warned that Leo might swing by on the off-chance he needed some shelter or just a place to crash as backup.

Mom was… apprehensive. Molly was curious. Wally was standoffish.

Holly got out of the car, carrying her dress which had indeed been a little damaged from her sitting on the concrete curb. It was tiny, so maybe Holly could go get it fixed or just shove it to a professional, who knows.

Speaking of professionals, maybe she should try and schedule some time with Lilly, given the less noticeable, less repairable, less subtle damage in her quietude. That psychic noise which buzzed like mental tinnitus. Layers on layers that recalled rules written and unwritten, stories and facts and perceptions and feelings like the most convoluted board game that you dust off and make a move on a few times a year.

A movement due, something she felt ill-prepared for, but couldn't ignore for her health and for Brix's.

A rustle of thin plastic followed her movements, making the slight breeze even noisier as she awkwardly ascended the steps with her arm raised high overhead to avoid the danger of the dress's mermaid train from dragging, even though the bag was loosely tied off at the bottom to prevent fabric from being exposed.

Moving on top of you, impaled on your cock, I place your hands on my tits, riding you, pussy gripping you, milking you, close your eyes and feel me, riding you

Do you want to ride me, sexy?

Feeling your throb, your knob rubs deep, dreamy

Bucking under you, gushing trembling spasms

Pffft.

Haven Underwear Posts- Everyone stays.

Echo Underwear Posts- Everyone leaves.

Fine, I get it.

https://64.media.tumblr.com/56a70402b551a9ec5e339fb8062059be/9aabb2b25285f90a-21/s640x960/78646bc573506da675fa3c3d08eacd7ee0954be1.jpg

..........I think you said it to me. *suddenly has a vague recollection of it*

https://64.media.tumblr.com/00ef11ee06dfcd6314e55ee4bc0d7da4/cd44b1e27ec2ee5b-07/s640x960/31acdebf39847ff7a5fa64314a57040caba9efe4.jpg

Has literally used “Schrödinger's Douchebag” before.

Unzipping my skirt, moving to straddle you, my tits in your face as I rock, riding your fat knob, then a lusty groan, taking you inside me, riding you feel it

Please keep talking in your underwear.