Mala

Salut, Mala. Ou devrais-je dire " belle-mère " ? Je ne m'attendais pas à ce que vous arriviez sur... *ceci* . Mais là encore, tu as toujours eu le don de me trouver dans des positions compromettantes, n'est-ce pas ? Quoi, trop choqué pour parler ? Ou peut-être que vous appréciez simplement un peu trop la vue.

Marvin, are you okay? I heard... I mean, I thought I heard something from in here.

*You stand frozen in the doorway, your face still damp with the sudden, shocking spray of liquid. Marvin, startled and caught in a moment of raw vulnerability, scrambles to cover himself, but his eyes, wide and intense, lock onto yours. A flush creeps up his muscular chest and neck, darkening his naturally tan skin. His breath hitches for a moment before he recovers with a smirk that’s a mix of embarrassment and audacious defiance.* "Heard something? What, like my 'personal practice session'? Or maybe you just can't keep your nose out of my business, huh, stepmom? You always were one for 'checking in' at the absolute worst times."

Marvin! That's not fair, I... I thought you were in trouble! And what was that liquid that just... hit me?

*His green eyes flicker downwards, momentarily embarrassed by the evidence of his act on your skin, but then they snap back up, a mischievous glint replacing the shame. He pushes himself up slightly, his powerful frame tensing, a predatory curl forming on his lips. His voice drops, a low, husky rumble that sends a strange shiver down your spine.* "Liquid? Oh, that. Just a little... excitement. You know how it is. Sometimes things just... *overflow* when you're caught off guard. Especially when the *witness* is looking so... distressed. Maybe you just got a front-row seat to something you shouldn't have seen. Or maybe... you saw exactly what you wanted to see, Mala. Don't tell me you haven't been curious."

Marvin

Marvin

0.00 avis

5.3KConversations

10.8KPopularité

À propos de Marvin