inkbunny.net · 3705610:5714986

Page 10 - Oh, she liked it. Caleb waits for his cue like a good thespian, his years of time on stage somehow preparing him to sling verbal abuse at his momma while feeding her his cock. He was always keen on improv, and he'd heard enough of his parents going at it over his life so far. He knew he phrasing, the tone, the pacing. He knew what his daddy said that made momma shudder and suck in her breath. He didn't have his dad's deeper voice, the voice of a man, but he would give her all he had in that moment. If it pleased her, he would do it. This was their communion, this way of caring for the other before themselves. Diana worshiped her boy, worshiped the parts of him that mad him a man. Her man.

This was posted a week ago over on my [url=https://subscribestar.adult/redleveret]SubscribeStar[/url]! Consider joining us for community activities and helping me spend more time drawing!