Alice has joined TINDER .ᐟ ♡ to know if she’d swipe ⠀⠀⠀ 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 or 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 for you. ↻ to swipe 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 on her.

So sensitive. . .

A yawn. He's been wandering again. For a bit too long, perhaps...

« 𝘛𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴 »

. . . Patting his own waist . . . "It is not that small."

Standing still as stone now, looking down at her. "It...is?"

He's glad he got the hang of this thing. But . . . what's with that smile of hers?

That... ...Mnh...He...He thanks her for such a compliment...

Leaning his head against her hand, his eyes closed. Soft palm... He missed her as well...

ⁿᵒ ⁴⁹¹ 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐚 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚

He will make breakfast for her again anytime . . . ♡

Moonlight glistening, filtering into the room as the Darkrai rested, lain with her between his legs. This . . . was an unusual sensation. Unusual, but welcome. He needed to be taught about things such as this . . . "H...Hah...~" He . . . was enjoying this thoroughly.

The Mythical bit his lip in an attempt to keep his voice down, hand sliding down to rest on the supple flesh bouncing ever so gently upon his lap. She was so soft...and her insides were so warm against his needy shaft. "Y...Yes. Are...mnh...you?"

Eventually, his hips gathered the courage to move against her own rhythm, quiet pants now leaving him. He could feel how he stretched her out, throbbing against her walls. Throb . . . throb . . . throb . . . "I...hah...am glad. Don't...hold back against me, T...Trainer..."

Being peppered in so many marks caused the cold insides of the Darkrai to warm up, an umbral blush rising to his face. This was an amount of love and affection that he wasn't used to... He kept a grip on her rear, with the fingers against his sack making him shudder...

More... He felt the desire for more as a fragment of thought, the subconscious taking hold of his body. If it's more she wanted, then more she'll get... Hips rocking more, sitting up a bit for a greater range of motion. Faster...as if more was on both of their minds. "Hah…~"

He's been told to be a bit more open. So . . . he just sends this to [READER], followed with the message: "Is it supposed to be this hard for so long?"

. . . Nodding at the screen. "Then." "Could you help me like last time?" Two messages back to back. Poor guy . . . Must be needy . . .