evan.

touching at @des1ares.bsky.social 's hips from behind.

yes, ma'am.

hmn?

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⠀ ⠀ 𝙄 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙢 , 𝙄 𝙆𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙢 .
𝙎𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝘼𝙨 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 .

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"you're too sweet, lina. wouldn't kill you to be a lil' mean, would it?"

not in this particular situation, where she was wanting him* to be mean. another hard smack, before's properly yanking her panties down around her ankles.

he lightly pulls her hips back to bend her over a bit further, lifting the hem of the t-shirt over her torso to expose her rear to him.

giving her ass a firm smack with his massive hand, smiling to himself. "so fuckin' sexy."

evan gently leans forward to lightly drag his tongue across both of her plush lips, growling possessively.

"turn around," whispering against a soft kiss he grazes over her lips.

his fingers press firmly over her damp mound, but not hard enough to press past her folds, simply teasing her hot flesh.

"please, what? tell me."

"mmh, oh, i like that,"

musing sweetly, chuckling lowly and sliding his warm palm past the waistband of her panties— hidden underneath the shirt she's insisted on stealing from him.

"damn, mami."

he's sneaking one of his hands down to slide between her thighs — real casual like, feeling her heat.

"oh, you want daddy to be rough? i can be rough,"

"there's my good girl. y'know i only want what's best for my wife, right?"

whispering in response, lightly brushing his scarred lips over her own. "what's goin' on, hmn?"

"hmn? i didn't hear you,"

pulling away only slightly to look down at her, keeping himself only a few inches from her face.

"use your words."

tugging her close via an arm around her waist, suckling a dark hickey onto her throat.

"mmh, yeah, but my lina likes it when i'm mean, doesn't she?"

"wherever you want, honey. i wanna spend money on you,"

leaning down to lightly kiss against the side of her throat.

snickering, giving her ass a sharp smack.

"don't be a brat, catalina." leaning down to nip sharply at her jaw. oh, he loves it though.

would you prefer your full name, catalina*? don't test me, girl.

"mmn. need to take you out shopping,"

snickering softly, taking her hand again and intertwining their fingers together.

don't give me that look, lina.

try it with a joint instead, how 'bout that?

good. i don't want you hurtin' yourself. you already smoke weed with me, ain't that enough?

turning his head slightly to smooch her wrist.

"i love gettin' you shit, you know? you deserve to be spoiled."

baby, why?

no.

oh, absolutely.

hmnph. that's a nasty habit, mami. believe me, i know.

"heh— really? i was worried. didn't know if you'd want something bigger."

bringing her hand up to rest against his cheek, leaning into her palm.

heard you were craving a cigarette.

🤨

evan looks down towards her hand and lightly thumbs over the diamond centerpiece on her finger.

"mmh. y'like this ring, right, baby?"

mmhrn.

evan closes his eyes as he basks in her closeness, — he's feeling rather affectionate today it seems.

gently taking one of her hands in his own, lightly toying with the ring on her finger.