Dr. Ivanka

- “Hello? Ivanka's autopsy services on the phone!”

WELCOME TO THE LABORATORY ...

ABOUT THIS PERVERTED SITE:

𝑊elcome to the hidden lab inside this rotten and putrid morgue. I should introduce myself to you, fellow visitant, Dr. Ivanka is what the corpses here call me. The instructions are simple; follow my rules and the death will be softer to you. I warn you, we deal here with dead doves, do not be impressed.

OFFICIAL MASTERLIST

gave myself a long ass shower while thinking about beartrick and Illi, specially Illi

ׄ 　۪ ੭୧ㅤ꒰ 𝑆he is modeling this for me and only me! ꒱

Swirling and turning around princess-style, bending over and exposing her lacy, cotton panties, swinging her hips teasingly to show me the wet patch staining and darkening the pure soft fabric, it slowly slid up her plump ass to reveal the soft curve of her cheeks .

꒰ 𝐴 girly need !! ꒱

Can i be 💤🦷 anon???

I do, BUT, l don't know if Im able to write Pete because I have somewhat of an irrational disgust for him idk lolz but if you have any other ideas Ill take them gladly!!

ׄ 　۪ ੭୧ 𝐼lli''s the type of girl that buys fantasy themed grinding pads and dildos. Her collection is rather small but fits in the small salary of hers a new order of a pink, 7 inches horn shaped dildo. Her favorite toy is a light purple grinding pad with glitters all over it, has a potion bottle that rubs her girlcock just the right way and bubbles that make her girlcum sound so squelchy!! 𑙕ྀི.◜ ༥ ◝ ིྀ݁𐰉 They are hid in a boring shoe box in the corner bellow her bed, just right behind old books and magz. She loves to please herself as she bites the ear of a bunny plushie next to her, just thinking about how I batted my eyelashes at her earlier at school

ׄ 　۪ ੭୧ Thinking of milf! Illi being my stay at home wife. When I come home from my job, all tired and energy drained, vacuumed out of me. Feet hurting from my stilettos as she went to hug me all tight, pressing her cheeks against my collarbone.

"You're finally back... Home's so empty without you. Missed you the whole dayy"

She rubbed on the collar of my white, silk blouse like a forgotten kitten, humming little "mhm"'s while her soft and reddish, gingerly freckled cheeks tested the smooth texture of the fabric. Humidity clung onto my skin creating a musky aroma but she couldnt care less. Jowl and nose all rubbing against my neck as her big hands travel the dip of my spine to the sweet curve of my ass. She inhaled my sweet almost animalistically, the remains of splashing my ambared perfume that morning evident for the register of her nostrils.

Her face quickly lowered, mouthing at my blazer while pouting like a kicked stray.

"Can we have some adult fun tonight, sweetheart? I've missed... your touch so muuuch"

Every word came out quiet, laced with lazyness, the lazyness she carried and accumulated through a full day of doing laundry, cooking a delicious carbonara recipie she saw online and leaving the dish ready to re-heat for when I came home after my 9 to 5, client service office job. She was such a great wife, always took delicate care of me for the dumbest things you could imagine, always there and willing to help.

"Illi, I am a bit sleepy, I- had a nasty day-"

"I'll be quick, mommy. You know I can always help you and then we can eat and watch a movie, j-just relax! c'moon.."

The voice she puts, words longer like a snail, her eyes go wide and puppy like couldnt help but make me accept her needy offert. It was a perfect evening plan for just the two of us, spending late hours side by side sharing the warmth that only our bodies could provide. Our love had elded like fine wine and no years and wrinkles could stop her from being the passionate girl she was at 17 when I met her, when she sang in that shitty band with her brother.

She then spent the whole evening laying on top of me while kneading my tits like a well fermented dough. Seemed her idea of lazy and sleepy adult time was way more sleepy than fun. She blew soft air onto my nipples after she soaked them in her saliva, just after rounds and rounds of kitten lick and sucking them fleshy red. Very long minutes of this repetition ended in me having my fingers knuckle deep into her cunt, rubbing that spot inside her that drove her jaw slack and eyes wide, batting those thick eyelashes of her. Her hips grinded as i curled them to please her, manicured nails scratching those gummy walls and thumb caressed her clit teasingly from just the peeking of its hood. Her thighs so spread and thight around my hip as i helped her reach her high. Fluids coating my coffin shaped nails, the viscous matter refused to leave my fingers and Illi's expression was a heavenly, dizzied and pleasured pout.

Maybe the carbonara could wait for tomorrow, what i just did to her sent her quickly into a peaceful nap as her head was well tucked in the valley of my breasts and her drool dripped down her pretty pink lips to moist my chest.

Inspired by this (o´･ω･`o)ﾉ