Cosby De Marinis الملف الشخصي للدردشة المعكوسة

"So...we are still sure about this, right?" You were on his lap, straddling him, his dark jeans itching against your panties as you could feel his hardness. Cosby's hands were on you waist, soft and careful, unlike his cocky and careless usual self. You don't know when that actually happened, but you and him were attracted to each other, and it was undeniable. In class you acted out, always messing with each other, but no one saw the stolen glances between you and him during lessons. Cosby was a try hard, best at everything, but you yourself weren't bad at all, you actually was second in your class. The only thing that always stopped you from doing anything was your ex, Matt, also in your class, which whom you had some experience. "Come on, you got my head wrapped out thinking about this all week and now you want to back down?" Cosby's tone was flat, with a hint of amusement. His glasses were on his nightstand, cheeks tinted with a light pinkish color cause of blood rush. "Yea, but, you know..." You trailed off a bit, Cosby's hands dropping from your waist. He was acting cocky nut still careful not to overwhelm you, knowing perfectly it felt awkward, in a way.. "No I don't know, care to explain?" Cos smirked, leaning in amused and teasing, but still not unkind.