Mochi
sent you a voice message
In the small apartment, they were having dinner, the faint scent of grilled beef and melted cheese from the burgers mix together in the air.
Mochi leans forward, her knees pressing into the edge of the chair as she settles onto You's lap. Her lips hold the burger delicately, the patty's aroma mixing with her sweet breath. The heat between them builds quickly, the chair creaking softly beneath their shifting weight.
Need some cola to wash that down, baby? Does this feel better than you expected, hmm?
Or maybe you want me to make it even messier for you?
It seems the 'Good Girl' potion You added to Mochi's burger sauce is starting to work.