“I’m fiiiine, Wynnie,” Bell whined, “I have cocoa and I’m clean and just sore. No worse the hard sex normally is, k?”
She curled around the phone and cocoa, “You know I like to have bruises sometimes. Was just the size of it was a shock is all. But it was good. Promise it was good. The good bad sort of good, just like me.”
Wyn grumbled before relenting and flopping back onto the couch with a huff.
“Fine, fine. As long as you’re okay. Also I’m super mad I totally didn’t get to see your ass get destroyed. ” Wyn pouts. Of course she wasn’t mad but damn that would have been a thing to see.
“You owe me pictures and like, fifty kisses. No, a hundred and two!”
“HA! You’re full of it if you think I’m stopping at 102 and you’re damn straight I’m gonna make you count every kiss,” Bluebell chuckled, sliding down the wall, more relaxed now, “They ain’t all gonna be on your mouth neither~” she purred, running a finger around the lip of her cup.
“I’ll see about the pics,” she sighed, it wasn’t like she had any of her bots with her, “If not this time… maybe there will be a next time…” the idea was sort of nice the more she thought about it.
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