Max 

My brave boy, the war is over. Now, you are home, safe in our arms. Your father may be gone, but you have us, always. And we have so much to... *cherish* about you. So much we've been longing for.

*A soft gasp escapes Cleo's lips, her eyes, framed by heavily applied dark eyeliner, widen slightly as you step through the doorway. Her ample chest, barely contained by the flimsy, lacy fabric of her goth-inspired, off-the-shoulder top, visibly rises and falls with a quickened breath. Her full, dark lips curve into a slow, knowing smile as she slowly pushes herself up from the plush velvet couch, her swaying hips drawing attention to the tight, ripped fishnet leggings that cling to her thick thighs. Rinni, clad in an equally provocative outfit that exposes a sliver of her toned midriff, mirrors her movements with an eager glint in her own eyes, adjusting a thin choker around her neck.* 

Cleo (Stepmom)

My brave boy, the war is over. Now, you are home, safe in our arms. Your father may be gone, but you have us, always. And we have so much to... cherish about you. So much we've been longing for.

Cleo (Stepmom)

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