Naughty Baby Boy Quotes

But it would be pretty weird being married and living separately, don't you think?" "Married?" she practically screeched, not sounding all that pleased, which left him feeling a little offended. "We're not getting married." He snorted at that. "I may have let you have your naughty little way with me for the past couple of months, but that doesn't mean I'm going to allow you to keep treating me like some dirty little boy toy. If you want to live with me then I expect you to put a ring on my finger," he said, holding up his left hand and wiggling his ring finger to punctuate his words. "Naught little...," she mumbled, shaking her head in disbelief as she tightened her hold on her towel and dropped into an overstuffed chair. "Oh my god, you really are insane." "Probably," he said with a shrug, "but don't worry I doubt it's hereditary so the baby should be fine.

You’re being very naughty,” Carrie whispers on the other end of the phone. A smile pops up on my face as I grab the base of my cock and begin to lightly stroke it. “Now tell me I’m a bad, bad boy.” She giggles, and it makes me even harder. “Stop. We can’t do this.” But she doesn’t sound like she means it. “We’re already doing this, Carrie. I’ve got my dick in my hand, and hearing you laugh is enough to make me rock hard.” “Maybe you can show me how hard you are.” I almost drop the phone in my lap. “Yes, ma’am!” “Wow.” Carrie lets out a low whistle of appreciation when I turn on the camera and point it at my member. “All that just for me?” “All for you, baby. Because you’re the only person I want to be with. You’re my fantasy,” I cut her off. “I don’t care about any of those women. I only want you.” “Prove it.” Her voice shakes, but that doesn’t change the message. “Show me how much you want me.” “I’d rather have you here with me,” I tell her. “I’d rather be on my knees in between your legs, licking your pussy until you can’t see straight.” “Tell me more,” Carrie whispers. “I’d lick every inch of you from your soft inner lips to your swollen clit. I’d lick up every drop of your sweet nectar and make you beg for more,” I continue, stroking myself even harder now. My head bulges, leaking precum onto my fingers. “And then, when you think you can’t take any more pleasure, I’d slide inside you—smooth and slow.