I’m swerving into Foosh’s lane so hard right now like hot damn just imagine you’re the local police chief’s daughter and your criminal boyfriend Jake takes you to a graffiti tunnel to hang out with a bunch of his other criminal friends and y’all are hanging out and you’re just chilling on his lap when he drags you over to a closed off section of the tunnel and he sits on an abandoned bench and drags you over to sit in his lap and he grabs you gently by your hair and pulls you in to kiss him and your small hands hold his face in place and he nips your bottom lip and you moan quietly into his mouth and he slips his tongue inside your mouth and you begin to instinctively move your hips against his and he groans before moving his mouth down your delicate neck, moving both your bra strap and tank top strap off your shoulder, and he begins to nip at your collarbone and you sigh his name as you grind your hips onto his just a little harder to get more friction and his hands move down your sides and he digs his fingertips into your hips and you hiss in delight and run your fingers through his dark hair with one hand while the other grips onto his shoulder for dear life and you both continue to grind on each other until you both hit your climaxes and you rest your head on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath, and he kisses your forehead sweetly, but you both jump when you hear several men screaming and a flashlight hitting both of your faces and you look up to see your dad standing over you and you freak out and jump out of Jake’s lap and your shoves him against the wall and handcuffs his hands behind his back and you beg your dad to let him go, but as your dad escorts him to his police car, Jake mumbles into your ear with a smirk, “It’s okay, babe. I’ll be out by tomorrow. And once I’m out, you can punish me for getting into trouble.”
I just love Jake and he’s giving me all kinds of heart problems and this picture didn’t help any. So I’m gonna let y’all feel my pain.