❤️ 😳 Spicy SFW 😳 ❤️ (F4M) (British Femdom) (Sneaking into Your Room for Post Work Snuggles) (Seducing You Out of a Bad Mood) (Ear Kissing)

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I'm not sure if you're aware, but it's actually considered very rude to come in and not say hello to your girlfriend. Oh, you didn't know if I was in. Likely story.

Hello? What you doing hiding under the duvet? Aww, this is a sad cat.

This is a very sad and tired kitty. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. What happened? Did you have to go to work and then work was just work? Oh, my sweetheart.

I'm so sorry. Come here. Jobs really can just go suck at genital.

They are so mean. And they make us come home and crawl into bed and say, what was that? Un-feckin'-acceptable.

Don't you dare. What on earth do you have to apologize for? Being a human? Having needs? Needing to isolate because the world is overstimulating to feck? Don't be ridiculous.

You've got nothing to apologize for. No, you do not, and I will fight you. Stop saying heckin' sorry.

Makes me want to bite you. In wholesome, indegenerate ways. You could absolutely bite someone wholesomely.

Uh, like this? Aww, my angel. I'm sorry.

Look what they've done to you. You were such a juicy grape, and now you're a shriveled little raisin. Unacceptable.

Outrageous. Capitalist big dogs. Says the woman who spends most of her money on costas and Etsy.

But how am I supposed to survive capitalism if I don't buy the capitalist little treats? How? And once again we are reminded that we are a part of the society we criticize.

But I must babble at you. I've been in the house all day by myself. I've had no one, no one to speak to but the dogs.

I mean, they humor me, but I know that's just it. They just look at me like, yes, mom, shush now. Whereas you just let me go on and on and on as long as I give you the tea to lay on.

I'm more than happy with the arrangement. Speaking of which, come. I have a bounty of bosom all for you.

Rub away your tension headache on the titties. Come on. Oh, you're just lucky I'm so benevolent, so totally selfless.

I'm gaining nothing from this. Absolutely nothing. Oh, my little raisin, my little tired out, stretched out stress ball.

What are we going to do? Shall I tell you what we're going to do? We are going to continue living in this capitalist dystopia.

But we are going to buy the little treats and we're going to have sex and we'll love each other. That's pretty much all we can control. And there's no good TV shows to watch anymore.

Well, not until House of the Dragons season two comes out, so, you know. But I love dragons, you know this. Don't be silly.

Especially when that's my job. I can feel tension in this forehead. Mm-hmm.

That is why I must scritch you. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Your forehead looked like it needed a kiss. And so does your cheek. The other one.

Here we are. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Oh, what does it feel like I'm doing? I am merely selflessly helping you to relax. Mm-hmm.

Don't worry, I don't mind being benevolent. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. It's not my fault you're so scrumptious. Mm-hmm.

Especially when you're stressed, it makes me want to lick and kiss. Mm, nibble away all that tension. Mm, mm-hmm.

Mm, mm. Because I heckin' love you so, so much, you silly little question asker. What you do, you ask such silly questions, like, what are you doing? What are you doing? Why are you doing this? Mm, mm-hmm.

I know I don't have to do it, thank you. I'm aware of my rights. Mm, I'm aware.

As long as you consent to it, I have a right to nibble. Mm, mm-hmm. And kiss.

And lick. Mm, I don't mean my right, please. Mm, mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. Where will it be, your ear? Mm-hmm.

Your chinny chin? Mm-hmm. Mm, oh, your neck.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Oh.

Ah. Mm. I do not believe in domestic abuse, but stop.

You with the, oh, but you've had a long day, too. You don't have to listen to me. Look with your eyes.

Look at me. Look. I would not do this if I didn't want to do this, okay? I want to lick you and kiss you and do spicy, safe-for-work things.

Well, you look too tired for sex, and, uh, also it's just nice to flirt. Mm-hmm. There shouldn't always be an expectation for an orgasm.

Besides, no one kissing, um, just generally playing with you is very fun, too. Mm. Mm-hmm.

Mm, especially when you go all red. Mm. Yum.

You little tomato. Mm-hmm. Mm.

You even smell nice. How do you smell nice after being at work? You weirdo.

Mm-hmm. Mm, this way. Mm.

Mm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. Ah. I don't know how to explain this to you any clearer.

I am not doing anything that I don't want to do. You are not being lazy. You are not being selfish.

I want to straddle you over my thighs, push you down, and cover you in kisses. Mm. Mm, so stop worrying, stop twittering, and give me these wrists.

Because they're mine. Mm, and they belong over your head, not twitching by your side. Mm.

Mm, baby. Mm. Ah.

Mm. Mm-hmm. No wriggling.

Because you're not going to get free. Well, one, my thighs of thunder are going to keep you below me, and two, I lift things in the gym. Mm, you are not getting up or away or doing anything except laying down and being kissed.

Mm-hmm. Mm. Mm.

Because I said so. And because you're incredibly fun to pin down. Mm-hmm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. And let's not pretend you don't like being told what to do.

Mm. Ah. What are you gasping about? You love it when I'm bossy.

Mm. Oh, yes, you do. Mm.

You like it when I climb on top. You like it when I make it so you can't move. You like it when I roll my hips on yours.

Mm-hmm. And you especially like it when I brush my boobs against your face. Mm-hmm.

And lo and behold, life is returned to your face. No more is he a sad race than he is returning his grape-like bounty. Mm-hmm.

On his cheeks. Mm. Around his nose.

Even on his mouth. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Mm. Mm-hmm. Mm.

Ah. Oh. Rocking is rocking.

Ah. Me? I'm as surely gnarly as you.