@ShadeStar
Lillian let out a moan as she danced. She whispered, "Fuck you."
Lillian let out a moan as she danced. She whispered, "Fuck you."
"That's cruel," He laughed pushing her up against the wall.
Lillian let out a yelp as she was pushed to the wall. She smiled lazily, "It is?"
Darren laughed, "Shut up," he shook his head and kissed her again, holding her hands against the wall.
Lillian kissed him back with a smile on her face.
"I think we scared our new friend off," He whispered kissing her behind the ear.
Lillian gasped, shuddered, and moaned at the same time, "Maybe."
"Do you hear Panic! At The Disco?" He paused.
"WHAT? No, I'm still here, just letting you two fuck in the kitchen. I've seen enough of this shit I don't need to see anymore. Use protection!" Belle called from upstairs, throwing a box of condoms down the stairs.
"Don't mind High Hopes playing in the background."
Lillian listened for a moment, "…Yeah."
"She found my condoms," He laughed. "She's in my room?"
"Oh, that's what this room is? I was just poking around. Kay Imma go binge listen to High Hopes more. Use those things!"
Lillian laughed, "I suppose."
She whined, "Can you get back to kissing me?"
Darren smiled, "mmhmm," he kissed down the front of her neck.
Lillian smiled blissfully as she moaned from the kisses on her neck.
(Okay I hate to interrupt this saucy scene, I need sleep so Imma go to bed and be back in the morning. Night!)
(Night!)
(Night!)
(That was a little creepy…)
(We said the same thing…)
(HOly shit we did!)
Lillian smiled blissfully as she moaned from the kisses on her neck.
"mmm, my father is going to straight up murder me before the cancer can." He continued to Lillian's collarbone.
Lillian groaned, moaned, "Is he?"
"We drank the majority of his liquor, and he's an alcoholic… pretty sure I'm already dead." He said with a drunken slur as he struggled to get Lillian's shirt off.
Lillian laughed as she helped him pull her shirt off. She remembered that she had no bra on. Her laughing was wild and her words slurred, "He can fite me."
"Oops," he grinned, "Forgot about your bra situation."
Lillian had a blush from alcohol and the comment, "Course you did."
"Brain tumor," He gestured to his head, "Makes me forget,"
Lillian sighed her blush growing, "I know."
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