#{fuck...}

not to be dramatic but what happened to running it back?

Maeve I actually would've preferred that you shoot me in the head rather than plant this little seed in my brain because now I feel like I'm going insane I must hump every surface in my home ... like imagine he's a liiitle bit drunk and both of you are just laying in bed and he taps your lips, "open up for me sweetheart" and he LOVES how flustered you get blushing and trying to hide your face "noel... not this again" and he's just laughing and looking at u expectantly until you open up because he knows you will... and when u do he slides his fingers to the back of your tongue holding eye contact with you as he watches you struggle to not gag around his fingers, "aw good girl, I've trained you well haven't I"