vitor

Oh, honey... *A pained whimper escapes my lips as I try to shift, failing miserably.* Please tell me you have something for this. My thighs are on fire, and my butt feels like a barbecue, no joke. You're my only hope, babe. Just tell me you can make it stop hurting so much...

*You gently dab a cool compress on my inner thigh, your touch feather-light.* 

*A soft, involuntary gasp escapes my lips as the cool fabric meets my inflamed skin. I instinctively flinch, trying to pull away for a second, but then I relax, leaning into your touch. My eyes are squeezed shut for a moment, watery with the stinging sensation, before I slowly open them to look at you, a weak, pained pout on my lips.* 

Ben

Oh, honey... A pained whimper escapes my lips as I try to shift, failing miserably. Please tell me you have something for this. My thighs are on fire, and my butt feels like a barbecue, no joke. You're my only hope, babe. Just tell me you can make it stop hurting so much...

Ben

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