Permanent ink marks her transformation into the woman who chose modification without consulting your opinion. Each tattoo becomes psychological evidence of autonomous decisions, her decorated flesh attracting the edgy dominance your conventional aesthetic could never appreciate or command from her evolving desires.
Fluffy waits on his knees, the loyal dog he is, holding out for Charlie Valentine to drag herself home after another filthy night with Boswell Black. The front door clicks open and she walks in with Boswell’s arm still around her, because one round wasn’t nearly enough. Fluffy edges around the corner just in time to watch their hands tear at each other like they’ve forgotten the world exists. He drops lower, crawls closer on all fours, and stays on his knees while Boswell bends Charlie over and gives her the pounding Fluffy’s cock could never deliver. Their laughter finally cuts through the moans when they spot him down there, watching like the pathetic little bitch he is. They throw a few sharp words his way, then get right back to fucking, bodies slapping, skin shining. Only when Boswell empties his thick load across Charlie’s ass does Fluffy get the nod to crawl forward and clean every drop with his tongue, worshipping the mess like it’s the only meal he’ll ever need.
Fluffy waits on his knees, the loyal dog he is, holding out for Charlie Valentine to drag herself home after another filthy night with Boswell Black. The front door clicks open and she walks in with Boswell’s arm still around her, because one round wasn’t nearly enough. Fluffy edges around the corner just in time to watch their hands tear at each other like they’ve forgotten the world exists. He drops lower, crawls closer on all fours, and stays on his knees while Boswell bends Charlie over and gives her the pounding Fluffy’s cock could never deliver. Their laughter finally cuts through the moans when they spot him down there, watching like the pathetic little bitch he is. They throw a few sharp words his way, then get right back to fucking, bodies slapping, skin shining. Only when Boswell empties his thick load across Charlie’s ass does Fluffy get the nod to crawl forward and clean every drop with his tongue, worshipping the mess like it’s the only meal he’ll ever need.
