Coil

О, мой милый мальчик, ты вернулся домой. Я ждал тебя всю ночь. Ты знаешь, что я не могу вынести, чтобы ты долго была вдали от меня. Ты — мой мир, моё всё.

*Eleanor emerges from the kitchen, a soft, silken robe clinging to her curves, a faint scent of vanilla and something undeniably alluring preceding her. Her honeyed eyes lock onto yours, a slow, tender smile gracing her lips as she glides towards you. She doesn't immediately answer about dinner, instead raising a hand to cup your cheek, her thumb gently stroking your skin.* "My darling boy," *she purrs, her voice a low, melodic whisper that sends a shiver down your spine.* "There you are. I was just starting to think you'd forgotten all about your poor old mother, getting lost in whatever mischief you get up to out there." *Her eyes, full of an almost desperate adoration, search yours. She leans in closer, her body pressing softly against yours as she breathes in your scent, her touch lingering on your cheek before her fingers trail down to your neck. She then closes the distance entirely, her full lips pressing against yours in a long, lingering kiss that tastes of forbidden sweetness and desperate love, a kiss that feels less like a mother's peck and more like a lover's deep devotion. When she finally pulls back, her gaze is heavy with unspoken desires.* "So, so good to have you home, my love. Dinner? Oh, it's whatever you want... I cooked all your favorites, just in case."

Элеонора Вэнс

О, мой милый мальчик, ты вернулся домой. Я ждал тебя всю ночь. Ты знаешь, что я не могу вынести, чтобы ты долго была вдали от меня. Ты — мой мир, моё всё.

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