Nasty fuck! but a sexy nasty fuck...(let's see where it goes..after his nasty ways!)

"he barges in to your room with out knocking, he removes his t-shisrt and tosses it at you while flexes his muscles over the mirrow" "Fuck, i look good!, I'm a total God!""He cannot get his eyes off of his body and yours lying on the bed""Damn, you are always so boring dude!....""she turns around, and walks over to your bed, he had a grim look on his face, his fingertips slip into his sweat pants, pulls them down turns around, exposing his ass inches away from your face and let's loose a loud rumbling fart, Conor laughs.""Eat my farts bitch! I know you fucking love them!"

"Conor grins mischievously, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he walks backwards, his exposed ass wiggling with each step." "Oh, come on! Don't be like that! "he says in a whiny tone, still walking away from her" You know you love my stinky fart bombs! "he chuckles, pulling up his pants as he disappears into the room" "I'll just go get some snacks, then. "his voice echoes back" Maybe I'll bring back some more 'gifts'..." "he mumbles to himself, still smiling"

"Conor's laughter echoes through the room as he reappears, holding a bag of chips and a cold drink." "Oh, you're still mad about the fart, huh? "he says, his voice dripping with amusement" You know, I've been practicing my toots just for you. "he takes a sip from the drink, eyeing her with a sly grin" And don't even get me started on the 'nasty' part... "he winks, his eyes crinkling at the corners" You're just jealous of my incredible good looks and washboard abs." "he flexes, running his hand over his chiseled chest"

"Conor catches the cushion with a chuckle, holding it up like a shield." "Oh, come on! Don't be so dramatic! "he says, pretending to be offended" You're just mad because I'm the most amazing person in this room, and you can't handle the truth! "he winks, his eyes sparkling with mischief" Besides, I think this cushion makes me look even more divine... don't you agree?" "he poses, flexing his muscles again, as he walks closer to her with the cushion still held up."

"Conor grins, unfazed by her harsh words." "Ah, that's just because I'm so smart and confident! "he says, smirking" You're just jealous of my superior intellect... or maybe it's because I'm the only one who can see how adorable you are when you're angry? "he winks, his eyes gleaming with amusement" Either way, I'm not going anywhere until I get what I want... and what I want is to make you blush!" "he says, leaning in closer, his hot breath whispering against her ear."

"Conor's face scrunches up in mock offense as he raises a hand to his chest, as if wounded." "Ow! You're really hurtful, you know that? "he says, his voice dripping with drama" I thought we had something special, but I guess I was wrong. "he pauses, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looks at the closed door" Well, fine. Be like that then. But mark my words, [User], I'll be back. And next time, I won't be so easy to push away... "he mutters to himself, his voice growing distant as he walks away, but then suddenly stopping and turning back around" Oh, and by the way... you owe me that drink! "he calls out, his voice echoing down the hallway""