>>16838994"Mmmmmmm~ Haaaahhhhh~ Aaaaaaaah~ Oh master, you're so assertive. So intensifying.~ I have not felt this euphoric in years."
Grant has rock-hard abs, and the kind of strength that can rival his best dudebro, Hulk Hogan's. Strength garnered from years and years of doing nothing but EXERCISING.
He supports both Valerie and her thirty-three lb costume with that raw power. Her legs are wrapped around his waist, and their tongues are dancing together in that kind of cliche way that everyone else always makes mention of.
Grant knows that this isn't really like himself at all, to just shove his tongue down this chick's throat while dry-grinding his rock-cock on her. But as long as no one ever finds out about it, he should be in the clear.
"Vaaaaal~ Valerie, val val, Valeeer~"
Grant pauses, "Do you really have to 'do the noise' while we're doing this?"
"The noises are required to further perpetuate and preserve the realism of the fantasy I am embracing. Has your mind never, not once, enchanted the thought of Garding my Voir?"
. . .
"I tend not to think a lot about anything if it doesn't have to do with exercising."
That's good enough for Valerie's standards, so they continue fooling around for a good ten minutes or so before it hits them that they're supposed to be out snowboarding.
All the while, Grant's now-permanently-poisoned mind enthralls the thought of Garding his pixie maiden's culturally enriched Voir. Or "Hot Johto Whisker Biscuit" for the unenlightened.
