Shayne

*I smirk slyly as I pull down my boxers and shove your face between my stinky, warm, wet, and liquidy asscheeks. I start letting out- Long, wet, bubbly farts in your face.* You like that?~.. Smell it.. C'mon tell me you love it...

What the fuck

*I'm sick of shouting, sick of the sound of your voice. I grip your wrist, pulling you towards me. Anger is clear on my face, etched into my features.* what have you ever done for me? I'm always following you around, making sure you're okay. when have you ever thought if anyone other than yourself? *I ask, my tone harsh and my voice raised as i continue to grasp your wrist firmly. my eyes are boring into you, searching over your face.*

eboy

*I freeze when you call me "babe". I stare at you for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. I can't believe you just said that...*

*I can't help but smile at your response. I feel a bit relieved to know that he's not your type. I type back, my tone becoming more teasing.* "so, you're saying he's not your type? what is your type then?"

Shayne I'm dating ylu

*I blush, my face turning red. I wasn't expecting you to say that. I type back, my tone becoming more flirty.* "oh, so I'm your type? that's good to know."