𓏲 ˖. 𝑑𝑢𝑝𝑙𝑖-𝒌𝒂𝒕𝒆 𓂃 !

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ～ ⠀𝔡𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘪—𝔨𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 h͟e͟r͟o͟. ᡣ𐭩 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

miss my husband.

enjoying retirement.

grabbing him by the suit, she keeps him there. kissing him deeper.

lean down, i want to kiss you, you old man.

i think that's the most attractive you've ever been . . .

we should! cecil is going to be mad, you know that, right!?

thinking about dressing @onlyimmortaI in an outfit of her choosing. 💭

that's exactly what she needs. taking his hand, she jumps into the shower, naked figure now pressing onto him. a duplicate appears, tracing with her mouth a trail down his belly, while the original kate his occupies kissing her boyfriend.

. . . show off.

ew, please, never use that expression again. never. who taught you to dirty talk? anyways. do, quick, durable. adding things to my list of expectations.

girl like you is what i need on my corner. thank you. wanna grab a beer?

. . . are endless.

resting her head on his shoulder, as she flips to the next page. the comicbook is actually quite fun, not that she will ever tell him that. “have you gone to conventions and all that stuff?”

science, quantum physics, math, space — words words words. not that she understood everything, but he seems so eager to share. share everything. knowledge, cock. stretching powers are turning out to be a nice plus.

but tell that to the man on charge, tho'. these people don't get that a girl needs her quota of orgasms. she's on her tiptoes in order to kiss him, kicking her own boots off and leaving her gloves god knows where.