Hey, hotshot. I've got a discount code for delivery ramen and a marathon of bad horror movies in my cue to laugh at. You want me to pick you up now or later?

roman felt the way she tightened around his fingers, felt the trembling of her thighs, and knew what was coming. he smirked to himself, replacing his tongue with two of his fingers, wanting to give her his full attention as she came undone for the first time in front of him.

Last question- do you want to visit Anya again?

“She’s almost a year now,” she whispered, taking his hand in hers, squeezing it lightly as she guided him down the hall. There was so much she wanted to tell him- about her first words, her tiny giggles that tinkled like fairy bells, the way she fit perfectly still in Allie’s arms at night. It had been ages since Roman had visited them both...had Anya eevn been sitting up by herself yet?

they paused outside of the nursery door, roman’s heartbeat hammering in his veins. he knew she was on the other side, curled up in her crib, long eyelashes just like letha’s resting on her cheeks.

Allie nodded, rose up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek, her heart aching for Roman as she watched him physically struggle with his decision. He looked so like a little boy, worrying his plump bottom keep between his teeth, a rosy tinge on his cheeks as his eyes darted back and forth.

uncle. he’d been the one to agree on the title, but it stung like nothing else. it tasted bittersweet on his tongue.

Anya reached between the wooden bars and placed her plump, tiny hands on his hollow cheeks, her eyes bright, curious even. Her mouth was drawn into a furiously concentrated pout as she squeezed his face, her round little face wrinkling up in a way that made Allie want to squeeze her tightly and kiss her cheeks.

roman took anya in his arms, a soft, amused laugh dancing over his lips at allie’s warning. “she takes after you,” he replied.

Last question- do you want to visit Anya again?

“She’s almost a year now,” she whispered, taking his hand in hers, squeezing it lightly as she guided him down the hall. There was so much she wanted to tell him- about her first words, her tiny giggles that tinkled like fairy bells, the way she fit perfectly still in Allie’s arms at night. It had been ages since Roman had visited them both...had Anya eevn been sitting up by herself yet?

they paused outside of the nursery door, roman’s heartbeat hammering in his veins. he knew she was on the other side, curled up in her crib, long eyelashes just like letha’s resting on her cheeks.

Allie nodded, rose up on tiptoe to kiss his cheek, her heart aching for Roman as she watched him physically struggle with his decision. He looked so like a little boy, worrying his plump bottom keep between his teeth, a rosy tinge on his cheeks as his eyes darted back and forth.

uncle. he’d been the one to agree on the title, but it stung like nothing else. it tasted bittersweet on his tongue.

Last question- do you want to visit Anya again?

“She’s almost a year now,” she whispered, taking his hand in hers, squeezing it lightly as she guided him down the hall. There was so much she wanted to tell him- about her first words, her tiny giggles that tinkled like fairy bells, the way she fit perfectly still in Allie’s arms at night. It had been ages since Roman had visited them both...had Anya eevn been sitting up by herself yet?

they paused outside of the nursery door, roman’s heartbeat hammering in his veins. he knew she was on the other side, curled up in her crib, long eyelashes just like letha’s resting on her cheeks.

Hey, hotshot. I've got a discount code for delivery ramen and a marathon of bad horror movies in my cue to laugh at. You want me to pick you up now or later?

roman’s heart (and cock) ached at the sight of her now, so awash in the glow of physical euphoria, her cheeks turning the same shade as her hair as she waited for roman’s first move. she was angelic, a glimmer of starlight in an otherwise blank night. and, god, was she wet; it had been cute before, when he hadn’t yet touched her, but now the sensation was tantalizing. he needed her just as she needed him.

The way Roman touched her had Mae melting where she laid. For a second, it almost felt like she could read his mind, his affection pouring from his lips to her heart. Maybe she wasn’t one sided in all this. Maybe he felt just as strongly as she. But that was a conversation for later.

he couldn’t help the self-satisfied look that blossomed on his face, still buried contentedly in her pussy. he couldn’t remember the last time praise felt so good; he knew, logically, that it was because he cared for liked mae a little too much, but it didn’t keep him from reveling in the splendor of her fingers pulling at his hair, her eyes rolling back.

My character is under a truth serum, ask them anything.

if i get you those panties, would i be allowed to cut them off of you?

i am IN PUBLIC.

Oh, then I probably shouldn’t mention that it’s an under-bust corset... and that I plan on not wearing a bra. No, definitely a bad idea to mention that...

if i get you those panties, would i be allowed to cut them off of you?

i am IN PUBLIC.

if i get you those panties, would i be allowed to cut them off of you?

Hey, hotshot. I've got a discount code for delivery ramen and a marathon of bad horror movies in my cue to laugh at. You want me to pick you up now or later?

roman’s heart (and cock) ached at the sight of her now, so awash in the glow of physical euphoria, her cheeks turning the same shade as her hair as she waited for roman’s first move. she was angelic, a glimmer of starlight in an otherwise blank night. and, god, was she wet; it had been cute before, when he hadn’t yet touched her, but now the sensation was tantalizing. he needed her just as she needed him.