#jackienat

& then it's natalie seeing jackie's bones after they ate her

golden girl jackie who comes to nat’s door all nervous to buy weed for the first time. when nat asked her if she wants loose bud or pre-rolled j’s, jackie’s head goes blank.

she shrugs and hands out four crumpled 20s. more than any of nat’s client’s typically pay her.

nat counts the money and lies, telling jackie that this is nowhere near enough money. jackie, having never bought weed or researched the price of it, reached for her wallet and nodded solemnly. nat shot out a hand and caught jackie’s wrist, smirking.

“you can pay me in other ways, miss america.” nat teases, tugging her a centimeter closer. jackie’s stomach lurches nervously.

“like how?” she stammers. nat’s breath - surprisingly minty - ghosted over her face, blush misting jackie’s cheeks as it came and went.

she’d mewl, the back of her head pressing into the fluff of the mattress as her girlfriend ate her out. her thighs would clench around their head, placid fingers tugging on their hair at the root.

jackie would moan, back arching to the heavens, legs trembling desperately as she cums. her pretty sounds would sound akin to sobs, but the look on her face could only read as purely blissful.