˒ ‍💥᜴ ֹ ‍‍꒷‍ ︎ 𝔅̲𝖔𝖔𓈒̭𝓶͡ ׅ⎖ ‍*

— DON'T YOU DARE. I mean. . . I want you to continue. . . — Oh, man. His dick is already so hard, trying to escape his pants.

⠀ ⠀regardless, the only gap between them is their height and ages, the gap between their bodies was nigh nonexistent, with her face pressed against him, and his hands squeezing all she had to offer, a comment from her however? would turn him on to no end . ⠀

⠀ ⠀but of course, what else is a perverted man to do when a delicate flower like herself attaches to his side, he'll indulge all of her deepest desires. ⠀⠀

— YOU'RE THE ONE TEASING ME. — Oh, he wants to touch soooo badly. . .

Straight up BARKING at her.

𝖙͟𝖍͟𝖊 life full of decay. body violated in 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙻 ﹠ 𝒑͟𝒖͟𝒓͟𝒊͟𝒕͟𝒚, incapable of living fully and filled with inert ᵗʳᵃᵘᵐᵃ; so 𝒄𝒉𝒂o𝖙𝖎𝖈｡

⠀ ⠀not at all! he's one of those weird old perverts that are going to fall madly in love and stick around for the foreseeable future . ⠀

ᅠ ᅠ ᴡᴇʟʟ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇʟʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ . . . ( 💧 ) ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ. ᅠ

hopping up onto the seat, the boy nervously fiddled with his hands in his lap. " do you deal with those kinds of people a lot? "

ᅠ+ menus &. such. " greetings, purple girl! can you uh ... recommend me what drink you'd usually suggest? somethin' not too strong, either! "

⏝ˇ ᶦᶠ⠀⠀༏†⠀𝗔𝗜𝗡'𝗧 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐒✱⠀ᴬ̠̠̠ᵂ̠̠̠𝐅𝖀𝐋⠀&̠&̠