The second he spun her and shoved her against the wall, her bare ass feeling the wind, Bluebell started to panic slightly. He mouth was getting her into avoidable trouble again. Breath hitching as his fingers shoved roughly into her, she moaned, couldn’t help it. Rough sex was always a turn on, so was the wickedness of being out in public like this. He was hitting all of her kinks so perfectly. It was horrible.
With a small whimper of lust, she pushed back against his invading fingers, she could feel her tentacle swelling in her sheath already, the fluid gathering on the lips of her slit, “Ah! R-right for the ass, aaah, aren’t you the charmer.”
Wayne grumbled as she pushed back against his fingers, taking in deep breaths through his nose to try and calm himself. Maybe this could stop before it went any further and he really regretted everything.
But there was a smell, a scent just there that was taking over his mind, breathing it in felt like a liquid sensation of that amazing smell was pouring over his tongue and he let out an almost feral growl of want and need.
It smelled like Sheldon. It smelled like it wasn’t Sheldon.
Wayne wanted it.
“Shut the fuck up.” Wayne snarls as he forces another finger inside, whole body shuddering as he takes in another deep breath and arching his hips towards Bluebell’s backside. Fuck, he was hard as a rock now. Nothing about any of this was right.
That growl! Oh god, it turned her insides to jelly. So much deeper than Wyn’s and dear god it was unfair how much it turned her on.
She was never a good girl, though. Fingers digging into the wall she shot back, “Make me.”
His fingers in her ass and the wall were the only things keeping her upright, thighs quaking as her tentacle peeked out of her slit. Face flushed lavender as she panted, hips rolling with his thrusting and questing fingers.
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