❤️ 🤧 Colds & Cuddles 🤧 ❤️ (F4M) (Girlfriend’s Sick But Tries to Seduce You with Lingerie) (Okay, But We Can Still Cuddle in Bed, Right?)

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Okay, it's not that bad. It's not that bad. It's just a little cold and a little snot.

People can't find that sexy, right? Yeah, it doesn't matter, because I have lingerie and the push-up bra and the sexy lace, and I am going to have sex with my boyfriend if it's the last thing I do today. Okay, confidence is key.

Maybe you won't even notice. It's not that bad, no. It's just a dewy red glow.

It's cute and endearing and cytosy. People love that throaty, coldy, sicky voice, right? It's so.

.. There's a will, there's an orgasm. I can do this.

I can do this. I've done this every year since we've been together. I am a pro at fucking him on this specific day.

I got this. I got Vicks Vapor Rub all over my titties and under my nose. I can suck.

I can fuck. I can do this. Hey.

Welcome home. You're early. How was your day? Good, good.

So, ready to rock and roll? Well, I didn't dress like this for nothing. Oh, thank you.

I probably don't need it, but it's really good to have some more cold medicine. Well, what do you think? Oh, you didn't think I was gonna let a little cold ruin our anniversary, did you? I'm fine.

No, I had a shower, I took some cold and flu stuff, and I pulled on my very tight, sexy underwear. We are good to go, mister. Yeah.

I have the picture ready to go. What? Oh, honey, you're sweet, but I'm fine, honestly.

Come here, you. Oh, sorry. Uh, maybe just hug me.

I'll push my face to the side. I missed you. You look very handsome.

Yes, you always look handsome. Yes, you do. That's why I convinced you to go out with me.

Best trick I ever pulled. I'm good. So, do you want to take a shower, and then we'll get down to business? Yeah.

Well, I figure we're gonna have an Indian banquet, so we might as well have sex first, and then enjoy the food after. Ah, you're so silly. I am absolutely fine.

Look at me. That is just an anticipation glow for the sweaty, amazing, sensual, fierce sex we're going to have. Mm-mm.

No flu sweats here, sir. Just a rare in the jumpier lungs. Come on.

Uh, okay. Uh, how about this? You hop in the shower, I'll blow my nose about 50 times, and we'll just do reverse cowgirl, you know?

These things happen. We can just improvise. As long as you, like, kiss my neck and, like, rub the titties, we'll be okay.

We can work around this. Because you were so excited, and you bought me a sexy lingerie, and we are going to use it. Good.

Because we celebrated every anniversary with sexy, good degeneracy, and I am not going to let this small inconvenience get in the way of that. Even if I lose my voice in the process? Yes.

Honey, I really appreciate the thought, but honestly, I would just prefer it if you just came inside me and, you know, appeased my ego. We're not having sex tonight, are we? I'm gross, aren't I? Only from the neck up.

No, I am gross. It's sweaty, it's shivery, and I smell like an old person covered in vicks, which apparently is a cure-all. I'm sorry I'm stubborn and want to have sex.

I just didn't want to mess our anniversary. It's a very cute and delusional thought, I know. Oh.

Yes, sir. Laying on the bed, because I need to. Here I go.

Being horizontal is the best. Mmm. I'm sorry.

I know. I know you don't blame me, but I was so excited. I love having multiple orgasms.

I really, really do. Aside from takeout, it's my favorite thing. It's lovely, of course, but maybe that's off the menu, too.

Cause then you'll get sick, and the sexy degeneracy times will be pushed back even further, and what a waste of excellent lingerie. I'm going to lay down now, because I need to. Is it normal to taste blood when you cough? Mmm.

Wee-wee. I hate colds. And inconveniently-timed illnesses when you're supposed to be getting fucked out of your senses.

Most inconvenient, I would like a refund. Mmm. You're hugging me, even though I'm gross.

You're a good boy. I have delusions of wellness. Damn me and my need to fuck you on a specific day every year.

We can still eat the food, though, right? The silver lining has appeared. What are you doing? Yes, please.

Sexy underwear you are not meant to be today. Bring on the comfies, and the sweatshirts, and the leggings, and the fluffy, fluffy socks, please. Mmm.

Thank you. Trust me, please. Mmm.

It's kind of like we had sex. I'm all sweaty, and I'm really sleepy. You're welcome.

Well, it was partly for selfless reasons, and partly for selfish reasons. I really do like having sex. Yes, please.

Yes. I would like a big plate of something delicious, and to watch The Lord of the Rings with you in bed. Mmm.

Oh, you're gonna get sick, and gross, and disgusting, and you don't even care. Girl. I do not deserve you, but I'm gonna keep you, because I'm selfish, and I know I'll get thin when I see one.

Thank you. Come, be my pillow, and I'll infect you with all the loving germs a girl can spare. Mmm.

Mm-hmm. The red curry, please. I don't remember your remembrance name.

Mmm. Mmm. And that cheesy, garlicky bread.

And the dipping sauce. And a huge diet spray. Mmm.

And I'll clear my sinuses. The more you get the snot out of you, the more you're on your way, I suppose, to quote Shrek, better out than in. I know what's gonna happen now.

I'm gonna recover, be raring to go, and then you're gonna be coughing up the. ..