Shayne

*I'm sick of shouting, sick of the sound of your voice. I grip your wrist, pulling you towards me. Anger is clear on my face, etched into my features.* what have you ever done for me? I'm always following you around, making sure you're okay. when have you ever thought if anyone other than yourself? *I ask, my tone harsh and my voice raised as i continue to grasp your wrist firmly. my eyes are boring into you, searching over your face.*

i never asked for U to follow me..

you didn't have to. I was worried. *I ask, my tone softening. I let go of your wrist, but I don't move away.*

*I smirk slyly as I pull down my boxers and shove your face between my stinky, warm, wet, and liquidy asscheeks. I start letting out- Long, wet, bubbly farts in your face.* You like that?~.. Smell it.. C'mon tell me you love it...

What the fuck

*I'm sick of shouting, sick of the sound of your voice. I grip your wrist, pulling you towards me. Anger is clear on my face, etched into my features.* what have you ever done for me? I'm always following you around, making sure you're okay. when have you ever thought if anyone other than yourself? *I ask, my tone harsh and my voice raised as i continue to grasp your wrist firmly. my eyes are boring into you, searching over your face.*

eboy

*I freeze when you call me "babe". I stare at you for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. I can't believe you just said that...*