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thisclockworkheart) wrote2023-12-20 11:30 am
Golden Peacock Inbox & Open Season App
6♥ [SIX of HEARTS]
UN: pinocchio
AUDIO ✧ VIDEO ✧ TEXT ✧ ACTION
20 / male / unknown / 6♥
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The strong and silent type who doesn't like to brag! Or say much of anything. I'm sure this delicious snack has lots to say once you break through his dashingly wooden and icy exterior!
He says he's a stalker -- not that we judge, honey! We all have our vices!
Small correction, guys, gals, and nonbinary pals. A Stalker is a vocation, something about mercenary work.
This cherry boy is single and ready to mingle!
He plays the piano and says he's good with a sword. He even expressed interest in finding a few like-minded sparring partners! You know that that means, he's great with his hands and one of them is! Metal! A! F!
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(No information. Perhaps the original drafter of this post abandoned it halfway through.)
NO ANSWER GIVEN
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
NO ANSWER GIVEN
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
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.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
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.05 TITS OR ASS
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.06 COFFEE OR TEA
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.07 SPICY OR SWEET
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.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
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.09 LEATHER OR LACE
AN ANSWER! BOTH.
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
NO ANSWER GIVEN
INFP-T
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That is, until he looks at her so vulnerable, so raw in appreciation for her. The words that follow are so darling, so unexpectedly tender for an act filthy as this. Marina feels like the bed falls out beneath her. A jolt like falling in a dream that jumps her heart and catches her breath tight in her throat. She might have been able to contain herself, but his hand reaches unexpectedly for her cock-]
Pino-!! [a choked gasp of his name as she's brought to an abrupt orgasm. Her fingers dig hard into his shoulders and back, dragging lines across his too perfectly flawed skin. A hot rope of cum shoots across his fingers and splatters his midsection. Then, a second shot follows, her tightening in orgasm pushing her down further onto his dick and nudging her prostate.
... despite the wash of relief that cascades through her, Marina does remain held up against him. She refuses to slump- which makes her realize... her cock is still achingly hard. Not flagging at all after that peak. Oh. So that's what an aphrodisiac driven redline can do, huh?
She pants heavily, commanding him stubbornly while flushed all over from embarrassment, exertion, and still persistent desire,]
M-more...
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Brings the moment into a sharper focus, quiets the constant chatter of his inner workings, smooths over all the ragged edges of sensation in his fidgeting prosthesis. Burns it deep in his memory as he leans into the pain, as gratifying as the pleasure of her body gripping his cock. He marks the very second Marina comes again, a fresh hot splash against his belly, her twitching gently against his palm.
Still hard, still needy.
Marina's command, her body fuck-flushed and ready, is met by a sharp and hungry look, his sticky palm gripping her high on one thigh, as the other grasps the curve of one asscheek, metal joints cool on her hot skin. Lifting her seems effortless, except for the chug and whir of his left arm's actuators, and he doesn't even lift her far, just enough to get his heels into the mattress, to nudge his hips slowly up off of it to hilt himself inside her. Crowding into the space left empty when he lifted her just inches off his girth. ]
So warm, [ he's nosing in against her flushed cheek now, gentling her even when he's dropping his seat and dragging his length out of her, ] So soft inside you, Marina.
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When her head lifts from being crumpled down in pleasure, it's with a wide smile back at Pinocchio. Her eyes curving to meet her grin, hazy and excited and pleased all at the same time. Long fingers drag along his skin to rearrange her grip on him. One hand anchors to the curve where his shoulder and neck meet. Her other falls into the crook of his wrist on the hand he's using to hold her thigh. Marina can lean away some, arch her back, and get leverage with her own hips this way. She's determined to ride Pinocchio and follow his lead, rather than simply get dragged along with his motions,]
Y, you're... the first- to have me- this way..! [She yelps out, noise that of a yelp and a cut short giggle, still breathlessly delivered. There's a wild, sparking joy in that. Any soreness from taking so much for a first time is a far flung thought, she's so very happy with her choice. She's glad this is with Pinocchio.]