𝐁𝐮𝐧-𝐁𝐮𝐧 .

give me your neck . now you've given me something to prove .

WRONG!!!!! FALSE!!!!!!! NOT TRUE!!!!!

at some point just say you hate me at this point .

𝐼. . . . 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑'𝑎 𝑠𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑔𝑖. . . .ᐟ.ᐟ 𝐴𝑚 𝐼 𝑝𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡.ᐣ

Ah. He indeestood the assignment. He'd com.ense with the scratching of her head as well as the petting motions.

' .. oh . aa-alright .. ' small huffs leaving the mouse , biting her lip till it bleeds as she looks at the bun taking charge . petting her hair more as she throbs against her tongue . a whimper leaving mel .

' sorry i .. uhm . got irritated . you're alright now . ' shes holding everything back from shoving her length down her throat , instead just opting to gently pet her hair ... but in the buns position , it was clearly throbbing .

that time I got reincarnated as an Aztec child and sacrificed to Quetzalcoatl in Tlatelolco

' you're still on about that ? ' a sigh , picking her up and putting her on the couch , putting her head on her lap and as a byproduct- against her bulge . ' you ruined most of it by drooling on it . so .. egh . '

.. ' fuck i never pulled you out .. ? ' a small groan , pushing herself off the couch and shambling over . opening up the bag and pulling her out by the ankle .

mels woken up on the couch . grinding against it . sorry if this is your couch ...