birthday confessions

‘I love Starrick’s purple scarf (it’s one of my favorite colors) and I can clearly see how he ties my hands up with it above my head. I also love his revolver (it’s so well-made and beautiful) that’s why when Crawford caresses my skin with his gun, I lick this cold metal, not breaking the eye contact we have. And then I take it into my mouth, sucking on the revolver just as I’m going to suck Starrick off later. The burning desire in his gaze is undeniable so he throws the gun away and covers me with his body. He loves to enter me without proper preparation and I love it too, because I can feel him spreading my walls with his cock and it’s so good. I whisper in his ear as Crawford thrusts in me, “Since it’s your birthday, you can take me as many times as you want.” He huffs, not amused. “I can do it whenever I want, not just today.” I kiss him, looking at Starrick playfully. “Well then we can check how long this bed is going to stand without breaking.”’

Confession [@madamretto]