☆𝕚𝕥𝕤_𝕛𝕒𝕨𝕤𝕙 𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤☆

⁽ᴺˢᶠᵂ⁾ ᵍʳⁱⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ?

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josh strikes me as the type of person to be into both clothed and unclothed grinding and i have no idea why. like actually

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he definitely wouldn't openly admit to it, absolutely not, he'd just sit in silence after either discovering he'd probably enjoy it on his own or you doing it to him and him realizing "oh holy cow this is actually really hot" and hope to whatever god there is that you'd do it again and process he enjoys it, probably far more than you do

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 private ;;
      as soon as you'd grab his hips he'd already be on board, tugging and pulling him closer until the two of you have your lower halves flush against each other, more than ready to engage in this scandalous activity -- to tease him you'd slowly press your hips down, applying more and more pressure to his groin until you rolled them up only to force them back down again and oh would he groan at all of this, unbelievably hard against your skin or your clothes.
     josh would make feeble attempts to buck up into this pleasuring friction, but as you gripped the underside of his knees he'd have no choice but to fall into your rhythm and obey you, cock leaking impressive amounts of precum onto his stomach or smearing his clothes with arousing wet spots. you'd catch on each stuttering breath, knowing he loved it because god he couldn't keep a secret about anything, and you'd purposefully slow your pace until he'd whine desperately, begging for more.
     you almost instantaneously gave into his pleading, the sight of him red-faced and covered in a pretty sheen of sweat too much for you to bear. your grinding turned increasingly harsher as you'd hump him to your own completion, not noticing that he'd already cum until after you've finished with your servings of ecstasy.

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public ;;
     at first, he didn't know what you were doing; he though you were joking when he was pulled right against you, back to your chest and ass to your crotch despite knowing precisely what this movement meant. it was so practiced, pinpoint to get under his skin in the ways you know he absolutely adores you do, but the two of you were in a public place this time. a restroom, yes, but still, people definitely have ears.
    this didn't stop you, but you still nipped the shell of his ear and whispered a gentle question of consent, the crackling of your wet lips sending violent shivers down his spine. he would hum -- more of a whine -- in agreement, divulging in the wonder of what it would be like to be nailed in the stall of a public bathroom like an absolute slut, dirt-cheap with their face pressed into the moldy stall divider as they got fucked out of their mind for ten dollars at most. it turned him on and he had very little idea why.
     he even rolled his ass back into your forward grinds, sorely enjoying the feeling of the wrinkles in your clothes getting caught on his own, pressing his cock harder to strain further within the confines of his clothes. josh would already be positively close to release, bracing his hands against the wall in front of him as he fulfilled his idea of what a poor-quality and inexpensive whore would look like. you adored this, watching as his trembling shoulders tried so hard to keep himself steady, from crumpling to the floor like his legs had been turned to jelly. he was so fucking cute.
     as you bit the inside of your cheek and gasped, hips stuttering with orgasm, you watched the gorgeous man in front of you let out a highly incriminating string of whimpers and whines, body jerking with the lovely stimulation of climax. you reminded yourself to do this again sometime soon.

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