‘ 𝑀𝘢𝑛𝘢𝑔𝘦𝑟

good to know , oh hey look , vivian is getting a text to come over.

staring.

do you think Vivian will let me slap her ass if I asked—

she's exhausted, but she's totally waiting for someone to come to the store.

belle let out a gentle sigh, following the woman's guidance with her hips, the proxy let her tounge slip deeper, more focused… she was so focused that she wasn't really paying attention to her own oxygen, her hands coming up to frame Jane's thighs, holding her in place~

did she have to use her couch—

( tounge slipped down between those folds, her face turning red as she used her hands to keep those thighs from clamping shut around her head. although she wasn't going to get the thrien off that easy… )

she doesn't need to be told twice, immediately diving down between jane's legs and running her fingers across those inner thighs .

YES—

being out in the rain would do that.

she hasn't even been gone for that long~

I will not commit anymore proxy crimes if you just let me SLAP IT—

yawn ; hopefully your favourite proxy hasn't missed too much.