Thinking About Waking Joey Up By Sucking Him Off…

“forbidden references time” I say as I pull up those pictures of joey where the only thing between the camera and his dick is his mask

next time I see my girl I need to leave her house covered in hickeys only I can see

will try to write more in the little breaks I have today 🤓

lets see how much of this damn piss fic I can hammer out tonight

current word count: 677

save me old man pervert cock plz save me

what does a girl have to do to get pinned to a wall these days

blame my dad

don't ask how this went from fabric studies to jorey

Imagine a ghost that loves your legs. Of course they throughly enjoy getting to see every inch of your naked body while you shower, but your legs are their favorite.

They're tentative at first, mostly exploring you while you sleep. Your doctor calls it restless leg syndrome but you swear that you feel hands stroking and groping you. It isn't until you feel thier mouth and tongue on you that you become convinced there is more at play here.

Long pants disappear from your closet, leaving shorts and skirts as your only option. The ghost loves you in skirts especially; they can lift the hem whenever they want to admire you.

You start feeling their hands on you constanly. Then their lips. Their tongue. Their teeth. Your friends tease you about the bite marks on the backs of your legs.

You find it hard to focus when there's an invisible tongue running over your thighs. Even more so when they spread your legs apart to fuck you with their tongue.