smug – Ivy

The night I got there, Penthouse and I messed around. It was somewhere between tired and playful, with the vaguest implication of a dynamic.

When he was close, he asked if he could finish on my chest. I consented and he looked me over with a triumphant smirk. There’s something about a man who has been dominating me getting right close to cumming that makes me super bratty.

So, when he asked me what I was going to do with his cum, I presumed he probably expected me to blush.

Instead, I smiled and shrugged. “Oh, just taste it like this.” I wiped two fingers over my bare stomach as if to pantomime gathering some of his cum and brought them to my lips, bringing my head up and down on them. My eyes flashed up to meet his and I grinned around my fingers.

I probably shouldn’t be so smug about how he came right then.

herdirtylittleheart:

“You’ve been so spoiled baby. Are you sure you want more?”

-my sexy husband

So, apparently James Deen is making a legitimate movie.

I cannot wait to smugly look around the theater and be like: I know why ya’ll are really here.

Or, I don’t know, I could save ten bucks, stay home, and just watch porn.

So, Craftsmate left his hat here last night.

I think I’ll leave it up to your discretion what he’ll need to do to get it back.

(Especially after saying he didn’t think he pinched hard enough.)

Payback’s a bitch.

whyexactly:

“Time’s up!” He said, with a certain smug satisfaction,

before pushing her over onto her side

with his foot.

These are the sorts of games I’m never sure if I want to win or lose.