Title: E 'delicate
Fandom: RPF Green Day
Rating: Red
Genre: Erotic ( I tell you! )
Notes: Slash, lemon
Characters: Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt
Notes: Oh, now I can finally say I made the happiness of a lots of people! Also for the p0rnfest # 4, for the prompt " E 'delicate " , here is the long awaited highly anticipated BIKE, written directly from the hands of the champion of Bike !
So I done my part even p0rn on this pair XD
And there are those moments when you think you could break it if you treat him badly.
E 'delicate
And there are those moments when you think that if Whether you break the bad.
You know, it is delicate.
Or at least, when they want him. It is the same
Billie Joe ever, is the same soft-eyed little boy who asks you to sleep with you, is the same school friend that gives you chocolates on Valentine's Day is always the same, that at this time you're beating with little grace and assails you on the couch, taking off his shirt and throwing it without much preamble in a corner, climb astride badly on you and slip your fingers through your hair to get hurt, or at least, if you would only hurt his mouth was not glued to your own and you inch by inch, explaining what he's going to get you.
And you know that it will, all right if you will. Like his
body, thin, pale, dark with those tattoos that stand out as an eyesore, that hair always put the dick and those eyes that make you his favorite slave, you can not resist Billie , and he can not resist to you, try as it's useless, you are made to be opposite poles of two magnets that do nothing but attract morbidly, and when it does start the sparks, stuff from blush to even the most experienced and diligent student. But that day
Billie did not want to overdo it, he is tired from the long day, just wants an advance, and if you're not willing to give it to him, if he takes it without gotta ask permission. The uncombed
of spite, your kiss lasted an eternity, you will never break away if it was not for lack of oxygen, its language is something more exciting than you've ever found on earth, can drive you nuts just licking the palate, even dragging your license in a spiral in November despite being sweaty, let him do it, you're at his mercy, I like to sit down and see what is invented, or even hear her skin rubs against a sea of your demanding attention, the hugs, the string while her lips make you feel heaven, his muscles dart against yours, we pass over the fingers, the sevices, feel her nipples masturbating yours, and when you ask how the hell do you know perfectly well able to answer, and you like Billie you like in every detail , die for him, would you do everything imaginable, and you also probably already done so, but again, do again.
Suddenly Billie breaks away from your mouth, foreplay lasted too, kneels astride you and begins to trade your jeans, you'll rake in even one minute, completely naked, and he does the same , you've always admired his audacity, especially at certain times.
We grasped each other like animals, now, flesh against flesh, the contact becomes more intense, more tangible, more intimate, every caress the sensitive part as he does the same with you, play with your bodies, so now we know every weakness of the other, a tremendously sensual treasure hunt that brings the adrenaline, sex should not be so fundamental, yet feel unable to do without.
Maybe because your not just sex.
Billie Joe pushes you back against the couch cushions, no one is home, thankfully, and has the air of one who does not care not to make you scream or not. We love it, makes you a shiver down the spine, you only rapes his mind, and behold, that's where you see that is Billie that you could never do without .
I kissed another wet, very long time before he'll open his legs, neck to give you a lick and penetrate you with a single thrust, it takes your breath for a moment, it's a bit 'wrong, but I like it, I like it because you know that pain is a grain sand in a desert of pleasure which is already fitting into you, you relax with panting Billie who returns to nibble on the earlobe, looks you in the eyes and smiles at that fatally crushes you every possible resistance and begins to oscillate, it begins to press your inner, slowly at first, it makes you get used to his presence and at the same time makes you damn why you want it to be everything faster, curse him, his body and his fuckin sensuality and that each time you send into a frenzy with nothing, breathe deeply to keep some 'of behavior, which regularly lose when he penetrates you with more decision, it does so on purpose to hear you moan, pressing and recedes back and forth like a pendulum, hot and hard, you feel his excitement raging inside you, and it is as if you had never felt better, never felt more in peace with the world, and at the same time you are in absolute chaos, you get lost in the ecstasy of the pleasure that is possessing you, hug your knees to the sides of Billie to feel better, in depth, want it, want everything immediately, you were not aware of being shouted at each thrust, sighing and begging like a virgin at first intercourse, you twist in the breath of Billie that goes with your voice, you move slightly, and then go mad at all, because your knight has centered in the middle of your target, and you feel that you are about to die of desire, that if there continues to touch , there there there, always there will not forgive, never understand anything except that movement that every impulse passes from one side you, you violent attacks you and takes you making you wish that you never stop, stiffen the muscles so that everything is amplified, tearing a groan to Billie that hangs for an eternal moment, you're ready to beg him not to quit when they start again with more energy, you throw open your eyes, arching her back, then you do not see nothing, absolutely devastated by the pleasure, you will not notice anything for a few minutes where you just shut the gates of heaven, and when they return to earth feel warm, beautiful, wonderful warmth to the abdomen, and then Billie Joe exhausted that comes down on you, you without pants on his shoulder even more forces to speak.
He puts a hand through his hair soaked with sweat recover normal breathing, and hugs.
Oh yes, he is a delicate boy.
When in the mood.
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