I own none of the characters involved in theses drabbles, all are property of CW, having said that I would love to hear what you think about how I've played with them ;) so please enjoy-read-review.
How could he be blamed?
He was entirely faultless.
He blamed the other.
The damn finicky cock.
How could he be blamed for its proclivity.
He had never cared which girl the pussy was attached to.
Neither had it.
Both had been after the grunt.
Who cared where it emptied, only ever that it did.
But then she came -
(around it over it drenching it).
And all of the sudden it cared.
The blond hadn't been amused -
(he had found little humor in her shoes).
It craved -
(the redhead had been bitter).
It remembered -
(the blond curls had shaken off in a huff).
It provoked -
(why else had he shied away from the brunettes).
He had caved -
(a flight a knee bend a beg).
He had groveled -
(licked and sucked and suffered her screams).
She had relented.
It came happily.