Review: Marchant
Rating: 5 out of 5
Date: 02 12, 2014
Marchant just doesn't have a filter on his damn mouth, "you're beautiful," he says, thumbing my short, highlighted hair out of my face. "I saw you earlier...walking down the hall. God...this a**." He squeezes it, bringing my hips flush with his strong thighs.." At times he can be sweet, "buttoning my jeans. I'm astonished when he sinks down to his knees and kisses me again, through my blue jeans. "Beautiful woman." He grins up at me, then gets back to his feet. "Can I walk you somewhere?" I liked Marchant when we first met him, "he throws his arm around my shoulders, pulls me nearer to him, and rests his head on top of mine, inhaling. I can feel his hard, warm chest puff out. Can feel his face stroke my hair. "Mmmm. You smell effing good." Then he kinda turned into an a**, a sexy a** but still an a**, "but I do tremble a bit when he steps even closer. "Romp implies something casual. Nothing about this will be casual. I don't have sex - I eff. You understand?" I don't think Marchant wants to admit it but I think the boy really does care for Suri, "Suri, what happened? Talk to me, please, baby!" One thing about Marchant is he's very protective, "she smiles a little, and i remember what we're talking about. Her ex, Adam. Abusive Adam. Someone needs to kick his effing a**."