she’s more then pleased to know he finds her delectable . she thinks the same of her lover . if he ever wishes for a taste , she’s more then happy to give .

𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞. . . 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞.

she’ll be sure to , having him to aid her would make the process go by smoother . . it’s just going to be difficult to keep herself from ending up all shy and flustered from asking such a thing from him .

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ posing for ◅ 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒖𝒔 ▻ ( 💧 ) ⠀

growing tired of sounding like a laid around his colleges .ᐣ she adores the dress . . she feels rather pretty , who knows how long it’s been since she’s worn anything other then that dirty gown of hers .

her favorite way to spend it ♡

when is she not .ᐣ though she can tone it down . edge him and so on .

if that was what he prefers , just let her nestle between his legs and mute out the world around her . his taste is something she’s missed . . even if she only had it just days prior . and don’t mind the tongue tightening around his length and slipping down further . .

she’s apologized . . it’s just , he’s gone so often and . . she’s missed his company . that can’t be a crime 𖦹

his touch was nice , inviting . beady orbs would lift , looking up at him as he gave her praise . the warmth of her maw wraps around the crown , soft suckles as her tongue slips down and past his balls . seems she plans to please every bit of him .

where she can always been found hiding away . always so needy for her lover ♡

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ( 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟'𝑠 ) alseep .ᐣ not for long . . ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ the ghost has ways of making parts of even , ( 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ) disappear . ⠀

just about . hopefully he doesn’t mind , or that she isn’t coming on too strong but . . she just adores him . enough that she also made him breakfast that now laid at the bedside table . it was only then when she caught a glimpse of the raised shirt that she . . dug in .

fully , to him . has it .ᐣ she’s happy the feeling was mutual , the only meal she ever acquired a taste for in her lifeless state was him . every drop of him , bliss . though she may be getting carried away , that lengthy tongue of hers is filling her lovers maw by the second

her muscle was a tendril of its own mind , with him she was gluttonous . the small , cool hand stroking , keeping a steady rhythm whilst her tongue only took up space in his maw . taking in the sensation and letting her tastebuds run wild with his saliva .

. . . she’s curious .

so far it’s been working , perhaps the uniform is a bit excessive for her age but — anything to spend more time with him ♡

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ how the ghost is waking you up from a nap — ⠀