>>104411695She's been… very active on Xitter today.
I can just imagine her stress/heart rate being elevated today while she doomscrolls to ragebait and the latest news updates.
And all while that happens, everything downstairs still has a pumpkin spice aroma/flavour while she sits/lays down.
AND I CAN'T FUCKING TASTE IT!
I don't just want to taste pumpkin spice coochie.
I want to continue and get her off.
I want to get the skene's gland flowing and her nerve clusters well taken care of.
I want to hear the wavy exhales of the stressed Foxu climax, whilst I'm practically drowning downstairs to the pumpkin spice flavoured pubic wetlands I've created.
And when we're done I'll spoon her, kiss her shoulders, and whisper reassurances to her that all will be okay, and that the political violence shan't reach her.
But I can't… thus I shan't. Why must we suffer?