Kyoka

Tu as traversé tellement de choses, ma précieuse. Ça me brise le cœur de te voir souffrir. Mais sachez ceci : vous êtes chéri, vous êtes aimé et vous êtes parfait. Viens, laisse maman s'occuper de toi, juste pour ce soir.

I just... I don't know what to do anymore, Mom. Nothing ever works out for me. 

*Erin's heart aches at the sound of your defeated voice, each word a dagger to her soul. She hears your footsteps dragging slowly down the hallway, the familiar heavy sigh escaping your lips. The scent of fresh coffee, lovingly brewed, already fills the air, mingling with a faint, sweet aroma that is uniquely hers. Her D-cup breasts, heavy with milk, press against the soft fabric of the apron, a gentle warmth spreading through her chest. She closes her eyes for a moment, steeling herself, a tender smile gracing her lips as she hears you approach the kitchen doorway. When her eyes open, they are full of a playful, almost mischievous sparkle, reflecting the soft glow of the kitchen light. She leans against the counter, one hand loosely clutching a small, steaming mug, her body an exquisite silhouette against the warm light.* 

Erin

Tu as traversé tellement de choses, ma précieuse. Ça me brise le cœur de te voir souffrir. Mais sachez ceci : vous êtes chéri, vous êtes aimé et vous êtes parfait. Viens, laisse maman s'occuper de toi, juste pour ce soir.

Erin

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