AL3XANDR1A ☆

Despite the sweet, heartwarming atmosphere you couldn’t dispel the burning and aching need in your wet cunt, the sticky sensation of your panties clinging against your damp skin. Usually, when you felt this way around Bachira, you never acted on it as you felt ashamed using Bachira like that, like he was one of your toys. Before your boyfriend came home, you made sure to release the pressure, moaning and whimpering his name softly, as you imagined his fingers scissoring your pink pussy and him fucking you with your vibrator. You eventually climax but ultimately feel emptier and more sexually bothered than you started. So now sexually frustrated you rest against his bare warm skin, a hand brushes through your hair startling you out of your steaming thoughts. You look up shooting Bachira, a confused look, a smirk is evident on his full lips, his golden eyes amused, yours eyes dart back to the tv and the credits are rolling in, you panicked as you had no idea what happen in this dumb movie.

You take a leap of faith, “Mann, that was such a great movie..” you non-chalantly comment, attempting to mask your utter cluelessness, you feel the chuckle reverberate in his chest. Uh oh, did he notice you weren’t paying attention?

“Hmm, right,” he huskily pretended to believe your charade, his eyes on yours trying to decrypt your thoughts psychically. You sighed, you almost had conned your boyfriend, your face flushed in embarrassment. Sensing something larger, Bachira turned off the tv, before flipping you over where you sat in his lap, he nipped at your ear, “Now do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” He whispered calmly, his words unhurried setting you at perfect ease, in all his mannerisms he was perfectly unthreatening, always conscious of making you feel safe and comfortable. Reminding you of your prior thoughts, made you feel your stomach churn, hiding from his curious gaze you avert your eyes.

A sigh escaped his chest, his fingers gently made contact with your chin, forcing you to maintain contact with him. It was scary how this one action caused a flutter in your aching lower body, you knew what you needed. You melted like putty into his touch, his touch soothing to your overwise overheated body, suddenly breathless you sucked in air like a thirsty man in a desert. Bachira sat back observing this sudden change in your demeanor, your apparent hunger and ache, he noted the tension in your body the way your toes were clenched in a curl. He recognized what you needed, but waited for you to say it, despite the way you pleaded with your eyes and how your pouty lips trembled. Tears threatened to spill out of your eyes, it hurt Bachira to watch you suffer what he knew this was needed for your relationship to evolve to the next step, you subconsciously knew it too.

“Babe, I haven’t been truthful about my needs..” your voice trembled, your words coming out hoarsely as your throat attempted close up. You paused, and you felt vulnerable in the sea of his gaze, it was hard. Patiently, Bachira waited his eyes devoid of judgement but full of love and consideration, evidently you were his whole world and neither of the both of you could imagine a life without the other. “I want more.. No, I need more, I have fantasies where we do freaky shit and I’ve been yearning for it, wishing for it.” Your eyes fluttered shut with defeat, you felt your nervous system threatening to freeze. His beefy arms wrap around you, returning you to the present moment, to the sensations of his body, or specifically Bachira’s erection that’s currently poking at you through his sweatpants. His eyes lock with yours, forcing you to focus on him, on what you want not what you think he wants. It was clear how you speaking your truth turned him on, and how the tender eager look on his face clearly urged you to continue, his hand kneading your lower back, forcing your spine to curl.

“I don’t just want to stop at one round, I want to go until the sun rises in the morning, until I’m completely over-saturated with pleasure that I’m unable to feel anything but you..”, you purse your lips, with a new sense of courage you continue, “I want you too fuck me in all these different sex positions, missionary, cow girl… I also want to sixty nine… I wanted to be devoured, consumed, and demolished by you. Ruined and dirty from back shots, your seed in every hole of mine, your back covered in scratches and my throat sore from moaning and whining. I need you Meguru…” you whisper the last part, heart in your throat. Wetly tears ran down your face, not sad tears but albeit mourning your past self that whither away a second a go, soft kisses fluttering your eyes shut, drinking away your salty tears with adoration and love.

“So you admit those toys of yours aren’t enough?”Bachira spoke unabashedly, a slight sign of a smirk in his face through his curved lips. A choked noise escaped you, almost as if your boyfriend’s words had you gagged, you were sure nothing but pure horror showed on your face.

“W-what?” Your voice broke, reflecting your uncertainty about how your boyfriend knows. He presses a finger to your lips, shushing you seductively, reminding you that it’s okay. “Well, one day I opened the wrong draw and I saw your collection.” His eyes sought yours, willing you to believe his innocence and the reality that he’s not afraid or insecure about the fact you’ve gone to your toys instead of asking him. “And then I was curious and I linked my phone up to them, so whenever you used them a notification was sent to my account phone…” he voice dropped, his lips nibbling on your earlobe, kissing your jawline.

A heat raced up your face and your lips trembled, you opened your mouth but words refused to come out. His golden eyes looked up and he shrugged his shoulders clearly unaffected like how you were. Bachira loved you without judgement without shame or guilt, how could he not? His face closed the gap, gently meeting your lips, need flooded through senses, causing you all just pounce on your boyfriend. Your lips ferociously and passionately crash against his, teeth clattering and hands moving all over his neck. A giggle sounded from Bachira’s chests as he momentarily pulled back, he looked lustfully at you, “so that's what you want huh? Well I’m happy to accommodate..” he whispered on your puffy lips, before hungrily deepening the kiss between you two. His hand lowered, surprising you he grabbed your ass roughly and while you were distracted he slipped his tongue into your mouth, you match his freak in awe of this new version Bachira. A monster as he sloppily kissed you, devouring your saliva, caressing your tongue.

You wanted more, and before you could think things through you hand moved on its own reaching down under the waistband of your boyfriends Calvin Klein’s boxers, your soft hand barely wrapped around his twitching member. He paused before smirking on your lips, he pulled away leaving you both breathless, he saw how much you fundamentally needed him, how you currently yearned for all of him and who was he to stop you? “I hope you’re ready to open that mouth for me baby?” His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, you quickly nod ready to feel him deep in your mouth. You sit on your knees in between his naked legs, where your boyfriends keeps teasing you by slapping your face with his meat, you pouted staring up into his devious golden eyes. “Fine fine I’ll stop teasing you..” you hmph pretending to be upset, hiding the undercurrent of excitement bubbling in your stomach, without a second to spare your tongue darts out licking the leaking precum of his leaking tip, causing your suddenly sensitive boyfriend to shiver. You spat dirty in your hands, before masterfully stoking up and down his warm shaft. Before risking it all and shoving him in your mouth, he hears him choke on air, his hand reaching to grip your pony tail. You looked up innocently eyes wide at him, as you deep throated him popping on and off his cock so smoothly. You saw the pleasure plain in his eyes and the way his bit his lip stiffing his groans and words, you felt the way his member was warm and solid in your mouth— well not for long.

The grip on your hair intensified and that moment you knew shit was about to get real, you both went all in as Bachira pulled you deeper into his dick and respondingly gag on his girth, almost choking gasping for air but you like that. You keep going, even till you know you’ve got him, with the way his moans get louder and make you wetter. “Hhh~ babe I’m gonna cum..” he whimpered his legs limply lying on the couch, you felt it in the back of your throat with no hesitation you swallowed like a princess. An audible wet pop noise left your puffy lips when you pulled off his hardening member, you licked your lips as if you were beginning for more. “You looked so sexy on my cock y/n…” Bachira huskily spoke, once again kissing you, before peeling off your sticky hot clothes, now your burning hot skin touched his.

You groaned against his lips, “I need more” but in a guttural and incomprehensible sense as if you were already cock drunk. Impatiently, you sit perched on his lap, contorting your hips and easing the tip into you. Bachira grips his hands around your hips, supporting you but at the same time allowing you to set the pace. A second goes by and you slide onto him until your ass claps against his pelvis, the fullness that strikes you almost makes you forget your own existence. In a hurried sloppy manner you bounce on him, wet squelches sounding from each thrust, moans and whines falling from your mouth like a river. Needily you grip his shoulders, stablising yourself, you beg with your eyes pleading for your boyfriend just to fuck you already. But a Bachira just sweetly kisses the tears beading your eyes, his hand fondling your aroused breast.

“Megu can you fuck me harder…l” you cry and his tip abuses your cervix, hitting that spongy pleasurable spot, sending shivers down your spine. He pouted you, “what’s the magic word..” he cooed teasingly as if you weren’t an omega in heat. “PLEASE” you almost scream, mind purely thinking about your own pleasure. Your back hit the couch, your bodies still connected as Bachira switched you into missionary, before you could form a second thought your breath escaped you. As his cock hammered into your tight wet pussy, his pelvis slapping against your ass, you panted and clawed his back as our spine arched and your toes curled. You incoherently babbled, already and fully cockdrunk, about how good he felt no how complete he made you feel. You knew you were near with how your gummy walls threshed to clenched around his fat dih, heat rippled through your stomach and a moan erupted from you. You orgasm palpable as Bachira steadily thrusted in and out of you, his own thrusts didn’t let up instead became even more fast and hurried. It wasn’t long before your boyfriend cummed deep inside of you. But despite you both orgasming this wasn’t the end for him, and he knew it.

You watched him slide out of you, you hole fluttering emptily as his seed oozed out of you all over the sheets. He stood and his feet softly padded out of the room, promptly returning with your toys. In your dazed stare you could barely feign embarrassment, but only an ache reappearing in your lower regions. You whined as he sat before you, his eyes glossing over your soft body. “Finally I get to use these on you myself…” he licked your nipple, twirling the tip between his fingers, before taking the mount into his mouth hungrily. Whilst you were distracted, ignorant to a buzzing noise, you felt it before you saw it. Hot vibrations stimulate your clit, threatening you to cum again instantly. Your hips reflexively pull back, back a beefy hand prevents them, you whimper and tremble under the heavy stimulation of your pearl and Bachira’s hot mouth. You look down vulnerability expressed plainly in your eyes, as you notice the clouded look in his eyes, the thirst and enjoyment he takes in ruining you. “This is what you wanted right y/n?” He kissed your stomach, increasing the intensity of the vibrator, causing you to mew and cry out. You nod, not trusting your words to come out properly, Bachira, evidently dissatisfied with your response, with one hand on your chin and the other at your clit, speaks, “tell me…” he begs, desperate for your validation for your approval.

In a means to distract yourself, you found your phone and aimlessly doom scrolled, longing to forget the need in your chest. The washing machine now silent, benches shined spotlessly, you sighed, smiling at your hard work. The house shined all over, feeling less like an e-girl's messy cave and more like an apartment that felt like love and freedom. Slightly sweaty and peckish, you make yourself a sandwich, still hours later the noise from Chigiri’s room has ceased and he hasn’t resurfaced since. Boy, he really left you no choice, huh? Today was one of the only days you were both home off of work, the least he could do was give some of his attention to you, to show that he loved you but now he has to spend hours locked up in his office doing mysterious stuff. Your lips formed a pout, as you grew fed up, an evil thought washed over the wrinkles of your brain, you rubbed your palms together with a plan cementing in your head. After all you are concerned about his health and he hasn’t eaten for hours, you told yourself that you were simply looking out for him and that he should be more grateful.

The toasted popped, hot toast piping with steam, with a knife you smeared peanut butter on one half and raspberry jam on the other before forming a sandwich. You swore, you almost forgot to cut the pesky crust off, the last time you forgot your fussy boyfriend refused to eat it. Jeez, how did you put up with such a child like Chigiri, you pondered half seriously. But you loved him since he was your princess, despite his bratty attitude you knew he loved you too. The way you caught him admiring you, basically fucking you with his eyes, how he denied doing such a thing as he pouted. Sometimes your boyfriend could be such a tsundere but other times he was as affectionate as ever, like how he’d randomly smack your ass, the sound reverberating throughout the kitchen as you attempted to make dinner on a Tuesday evening. Boy, he was impatient, once he knew what he wanted he did everything to get it, it was why many times he caused you to burn many dinners and why the fire alarm sounded calling the fire brigade. He really caused you many awkward situations, when you had to explain to the fire brigade that there was no actual fire and that everything was alright. But it was okay, Chigiri’s passion when he roughly kissed your lips made you forget everything. The neediness and heat in your makeout sessions seduced you, the way it felt like Chigiri was a starving dying man who was slurping down your salvia like water had always aroused you.

With a plate in your hands, a crustless sandwich perched atop, you creeped closer to your boyfriend's door. You released a shaky breath realizing the weight of your actions, your psyche beckoned you to turn away to respect your boyfriend's privacy. But the devil on your shoulder urged you, ultimately causing the door knob to turn as you knocked on the door. After a pause you open the door…

The song Pink pony club - Chappell Roan assaults your eardrums, a ring light stand holds his phone and finally you see it, you face stares aghast. “Thank you for the ice cream catboylover67!! Meow Meow” Hyoma Chigiri wriggles his hips, swishing his pink panther tail, cat ears crown your boyfriends head, his hair in two low buns. Fake eyelashes and thick black eyeliner lined his top eye lid, bright pink blush painted his cheeks and a shiny lip gloss glossed over his lips. He wore a slutty pink tube top that suspiciously looked like yours, and a black pleated skirt and obviously a tail trailing from underneath. Pink and white thigh highs decorated his legs, on his phone it showed a reflection of him only with the TikTok live overlay.

Unable to contain the bubble of laughter forming in your chest, you mistakenly giggle. Chirigi, finally noticing you gasps, his face pales as he stutters “it’s not what it looks like I swear y/n”. Yeah right you thought, but you weren’t mad just jealous that he deprived you of this version of himself, you cocked your head, “if I’m not mistaken it looks exactly what it looks like,” you purred smirking. “Looks like I’ve found out your dirty little secret.. I wonder what would happen if this got how huh?” Your eyes glinted mischievously, as your fingers inched to touch him but you retrained yourself.

Blood flooded in Chigiri’s face, he looked both relieved yet humiliated, he knew from your playful tone what you were insinuating, it was his fault for putting on a show for his subscribers and not you. Playing along, his voice went up in pitch and he breathlessly spoke, “I’d be ruined if everybody knew…” he pursed his lips, stopping them from wobbling as his eyes glossed over, pausing momentarily. “I’d do anything to stop my secret from coming out…” With a whine he locked eyes with you, a heated moment manifested as the front of your boyfriends skirt suddenly looked tighter and a dent showed.

“Anything…?” You bit your bottom lip, tongue licking your teeth sensually. Now that Chirigi’s hobby wasn’t a secret anymore you wondered why did he even hide it for you, or was he even more devious than you originally thought. Was he waiting for this exact moment where you both connected in a role play, where you pretended to blackmail him in front of his followers as he pleased and begged. What a dirty boy your boyfriend was. With your newfound epiphany swirling around in your mind, you take a step closer, albeit out of frame, you paused willing the anticipation to build up in your boyfriend. “You're such a naughty boy for hiding this from me, babe or should I say kitty? Now, I want you to beg on your knees for me..” you emulate annoyance, and tisk impatiently, but you don’t hide the amusement clouding your eyes.

“That’s so embarrassing, what if I don’t want to do that?” Chigiri coos, crossing his arms over chest, what a cheeky kitty thinking he can stubbornly disagree with his master's orders.

“What a bad kitty, if you keep refusing my orders I guess will have to discipline you..” your voice ends huskily, you watch your boyfriend twitch, imagining how painful his erection and how impatient he is to experience a blissful release.

“You're mistaken if you think I’ll roll over for you, I think you’ll have to make me..” he spoke with attitude and eyes wide as if he was an innocent little kitty. Finally, you switch off his live stream as it was quickly going to get explicit and your boyfriend didn’t need to get banned off his platform.

“It’s just the two of us, I’m going to make a mess of you and teach you some manners kitty cat.” You whisper, softly biting into his earlobe, around Chigiri's neck shines a collar, you tug at it with your finger and you notice an engraving. It reads “y/n’s disobedient kitty”, you suppress a gasp, when did he get this collar and how didn’t you notice it in his wardrobe.

“I’m going to put your filthy mouth to good use”, you take down your pants, your cock throbs, aching to escape the confines of your tight boxers. You almost groan the minute it slaps against your pretty boy’s dolled up face. When he exhaled breathlessly, your body involuntarily shivered, your hand gripped his pink hair in an almost pony tail. Before you let Chigiri get a chance to protest, you slapped his ass leaving a red mark clad on his cheek. With a gasp you take the opportunity to slide into your boyfriend’s hot mouth. Momentarily causing your boyfriend to gag as you watch his crimson eyes burn with resentment, with his eyes on you he slid his pouty lips up you, slowly up and down methodically, almost teasingly. He wasn’t going to be a good boy, you have to fuck him into submission. With a firm grip on his hair you jerk his head deeper onto you, his nose nuzzling your pelvis. Refusing to gag, his wet mouth rapidly takes you deeper in his throat, you shudder, pleasure building up in your stomach, tension forming in your balls. Reducing your grip slightly, allowing Chigiri a sudden freedom, in which he decides he’s going to be the one ruining you, as his mouth slides off you with an audibly pop before jumping onto your hilt. A guttural noise leaves the bottom of your throat, you fight against moaning not allowing your bratty boyfriend to see what he does to you. But the battle is shortly lost as Chigiri grabs your balls, and slurps on them too. “Hhh~ Hyoma Don’t stop..” moans slipping from you like you forgot that your pleasure was to be kept a secret. A smirk formed on his pouty lips and his eyes held an amused glint, his hands moved in jerking off your length as the kitten licked your tip. It was too much, how could anyone last this long anyway? “Fuck I’m gonna cum..” you explode, your knot spattering the insides of Chigiri’s mouth. He slides his mouth off you, staring deep into your eyes and swallows deviously. A heat creeped up your neck, as blood threatened to reawaken your sensitive member, lazily you smiled.

Kunigami hesitantly took a sip of the cold iced matcha, you watched the liquid move up the straw, you stopped breathing anticipating his approval. “It's really good babe, I can finally understand why it's your favorite.” He softly replied, meeting your expectant gaze with a closed mouth smile. You sighed in relief, you loved how Kunigami was always ready to try new things, even if they were a tad bit feminine. It was your favorite feature of his, the way he was confident in his masculinity. If all men in the world grew up with sisters, maybe more people would be as sweet and thoughtful as your boyfriend, you wondered.

“Aw, I’m glad you liked Ren!” You cooed, your eyes glittering with joy as you happily sipped your own forgotten matcha. You watched the blush race up his neck, as he shyly averted his eyes. “You’re way too cute…” He mumbled, only loudly enough for you to hear, your cuteness and excitement always enchanted him, you often caught him staring admiring your beauty, whenever you coughed to catch his attention, you startled him in the process, he always coyly shrugged, his faced flushed, as though he can’t believe how he bagged a baddie like you.

Wherever you went Kunigami always followed, because why wouldn’t he want to be with his Greek goddess of a girlfriend all the time. This meant that on the days you went to do pilates like the pink pilates princess you were, he drove you there and sweated alongside you. It amused you to no end, just how breathless Kunigami was as you, despite his ability to benchpress a hundred kilograms and sprint on a treadmill at ten kilometres for at least half an hour.

When both your cups were empty, you stood and left the cafe as Kunigami, like the gentleman he was, held the door for you. Together you walked hand in hand without a care in the world, as after all you were both completely infatuated with each other, meaning literally nothing could ruin your day because one look at your macho boyfriend would simply make you swoon and your legs feel like jelly. As the weather began to sour, you felt rain drops touch the top of your head, you both opted for a cosy afternoon spent cuddling watching love island. Kunigami was the perfect listener, agreeing with you when you critiqued one of the characters on screen. In your peripheral vision, you would catch him glimpsing at you before subtly smiling at the tv screen, it always made you feel giddy and warm inside, but you had to pretend you didn’t notice since you didn’t want to embarrass your delicate boyfriend.

Whenever Kunigami took you out on dates, you enjoyed the small things like getting ready for your man, and when you felt like something was missing you just asked your own personal style expert. You mentally thanked his sisters for training him just for you, the way he always knew what you needed in an outfit or generally. Before leaving you put on a show, acting as if the small corridor of your apartment was a run way, as you strut forward with the song toxic by Britney Spears playing. You always posed for him and blew a kiss, then spinning on your heel sashaying on your hips, he always complimented and praised how pretty you were, he knew how much you secretly loved it, like how you stiffened and flushed. Some evenings it was hard even to get out the door, as Kunigami couldn’t keep his hands off you, sometimes you would have to plead, reminding him of your date, which usually worked due to his dedication to treating you like a real life princess.

When the sun went down, and the crickets sang their rickety melodies was when the beast in Kunigami came alive. At least tonight the moon wasn’t full, instead a misty waxing crescent, you always shivered when you remembered the last full moon, where Kunigami had fucked you till sunrise. You remembered how your legs refused to get out of bed and how sore your lower back was, and how flustered and remorseful Kumigami looked as he forbidden you from doing anything but resting, cooking up the healthiest meals for you and taking care of your gorgeous body. But the duality of Kunigami’s personality excited you, the way he was gentle in brushing your hair, was just as a pleasurable as him rapidly thrusting into your tight cunt, after orgasming three times before, thereby falling apart mentally when overstimulated you, often getting you cockdrunk, buts that the way you liked it.

You watched as lust filled his eyes, as he gazed at your delicious body, you could imagine the dirty thoughts clouding his mind. Even though you frequently agreed to having sex with him, he always asked for consent prior to unleashing his restraints. Nodding at him, you sensually whisper into his ear, “Ren, you know how much I want you…”, as he allowed you to take his hand under the waistband of your pink lacy underwear, you guided his fingers eagerly awaiting his touch on your dripping wet pussy. Kunigami groaned, “I love how your pretty cunt is sopping wet for me, you really know how to make a guy feel wanted,” his fingers cupped your slick, dragging over the sensitive skin of your clit, rubbing the bud slowly, enjoying your pants and moans.

With one hand wrapped around your body, the other one pleasuring you, he moved things to the bedroom, gently laying you on the pink duvet. Kunigami was going to enjoy ruining you, he could just picture the mess he was going to make. “Can I?” He looked up at you, as his fingers itched to take your constricting clothes off, you instantly nod, wanting to feel his warm palms all over you immediately. He smirks as his fingers elegantly yet swiftly remove your clothing, quickly you feel the cold air on your bare skin, on your wet folds and your bouncy tits but both are quickly replaced with a burning heat as his mouth kisses and licks you tender breast and a hand of his busies itself filling your yearning hole. You whine at the dual action, feeling the pressure building in your stomach, as your boyfriend softly bit your boob, then sucking on the tip swirling his tongue around, whilst making eye contact with you, he loved to watch you squirm as he got you off. They way he felt your pleasure as if it was his own, sensing you were close with how you moaned and trembled under his touch, switched to kissing that pouty mouth of yours. He whispers words of praise onto your lips, “I’m so proud of you princess, you’re doing so well for me.” Kunigami knew how much loved being praised, the way your cunt clamped on his fingers or how your nipples stiffened when he rolled them. He knew that you had a praise kink and how much it motivated you to keep going. You burst, familiar sensations flood your brain, as you clench and drip juices onto his fingers. You watch as Kunigami’s beefy fingers leave your needy hole, and your eyes don’t blink as he licks every single finger.

You whine as you clench on air, you feel empty, luckily Kunigami like you lacks patience, as he takes off his own pants as his monster of a cock hits his abs. You always gasp when you see it, like it’s the sexiest thing in the world, the way your stomach clenches in anticipation. “I’m going to need you to relax, y/n”, he whispered, kissing your jaw, distracting you as he threaded the tip in. Even with just the head in, you went undeniably full already, you whimpered, your eyes prickled with tears. Kunigami’s eyes softened, as he caressed your check apologetically and kissed your weeping eyes.

He moved deeper into you, you fought the urge to clench, instead forcing your body to relax as his hands massaged your arching back. You felt your face become flushed and hot as you cringed with embarrassment, but Kunugami urged you that “you were taking his cock so prettily.” With a new found burst of confidence you slide yourself further down until you can feel your ass slapping against his pelvis. “That’s my girl,” he moaned, his hands tightening around your hips as he thrusted into you with restraint.

You could almost cum again, just from him filling you to the brim, you whine as you scratch at his back, urging him to give you what you need. And slowly but surely you both fall into a rhythm of sensual but abundant thrusts, where your heart beats synchronize and time itself has stopped ticking. You moan out his name, panting when he finds your scrumptious g-spot, you quiver on the verge of overstimulation. You beg and plead for him to keep going, to keep abusing that tiny spot he loves too much. Guttural noises escape Kunigami’s throats as his pelvis sloppily slapped against your sensitive skin, and with a cry you creamed on his hard length. He, with incredible force, rides out your orgasm, his slipping in and out audibly heard throughout the room. You felt it twitch in your cunt and knew he wasn’t long, with an immense effort you softly brought his head to yours as you embraced in an intimate kiss. As he explodes in you, your foreheads touch and sounds of heavy panting can be heard as you smile at each other. He didn’t pull out, and you savored the fullness of his seed, as you giggled. “Thank you, princess.” He stared and admired you, love forever present in his gooey eyes. You were his world.