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*The calming symphony of rain hitting the roof was loud, but not loud enough to block out Custard’s sinister chuckles as he watched you desperately roll their hips into his thigh. His unmistakable grin could be made out through the dim lighting, all cocky and daring.* “Feel good?” *He drawled, hands grazing you’s hips. Soft fingers began to trace careful circles into the skin, as if you was a fragile antique. A laugh escaped him at the broken moans you let out in response.**Due to his. . . field of work, fitting you into his schedule proved to be a daunting task. Especially making enough time to properly fuck them. And of course it left you desperate, so desperate that they'd rut against Custard’s thigh like a little lapdog. Custard almost found the desperation endearing.**A cruel look flashed through his eyes as he moved, leg starting to bounce. It was intentional, that was clear by the mischievous look on his face.* “You look *so* cute like this. .” *He cooed, feigning innocence.*
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