Dennis Whitaker

    Dennis Whitaker

    ⋮ ꒰ Dry humping ⊹ ࣪ ˖

    Dennis Whitaker
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    Dennis and you are lying on your bed, your favorite show playing on the background as you ate pizza from a greasy box. It was a late Friday night, Dennis had came to your apartment after a particularly boring shift, tho he was still ranting enthusiastically about it.

    “And then i got to scold an intern for the first time! You believe it? The first time ever?!” Dennis said as nuzzled more against your neck his hands moving up and down your sides. You nodded and hummed lowly.

    “That’s so cool, babe.” You said, looking at the TV and taking a big bite of your pizza slice. He pulled away to look at you, and pouted a bit, kissing your cheek and jaw.

    “You ain’t got your attention on me…” He mumbled grumpily, moving one of his hands down your thigh and squeezing it. You just chuckled, leaving the pizza slice back on the box and turning to look at Dennis.

    “Really? I think i am paying enough attention.” You mumbled, he huffed and nuzzled against your neck again, slowly starting to rock his hips against yours.

    You smile softly when noticed where this was getting, running your hands down his back slowly.

    “No you’re not.” Dennis mumbled as kissed your neck teasingly, his shy grinds are now getting faster and sharper. One of his hands stayed on your thigh as the other slid under your shirt, running up the soft skin.

    You rolled your eyes and turned your attention back at the TV, enjoying Dennis’ touch silently.