‍ ‍ 𝖙𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎͜͡𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 ✦₊ˊ˗

“Hmph.” Fern rolled over onto her back, book covering half of her reddened face, only her eyes were peeking out. “Could you…do it again?”

Her was busy looking one of the grimoires she borrowed from Frieren. Cheeks were flushed, her teeth sank into her lower lip while her feet were being used for his pleasure- When Stark released his load, she peered over her shoulder. “Never took you to be someone to like feet..”

Tired and achey…💧

He’s too easy to provoke…! But she can’t complain…She often finds herself enjoying their late night sex where he needs to force her to keep quiet 💕

Always so hard to stay quiet when he’s drilling into her sweet spots 😵‍💫

“I enjoy making myself easily accessible to you.” Fern’s heart fluttered when she felt Stark’s cock plop against her fat ass. She released a need huff, shifting her hips ever so slightly to allow the large appendage to slot in between her ass cheeks.

“Mmngh—“ With little hesitation, the mage began rubbing her rear end against that morning wood to add more friction. “You, of course.”

That hand to her ass snapped her out of her little daze, cheeks burning even redder. She then grabbed Stark’s other hand and placed it on her breast. “Good morning…”

She’s currently staring at a wall, cheeks a soft red. Clearly she was fantasizing about something…Or someone.

Needy…🌀