2 Works by cherrytalks
Listing Works
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“Looks like they’re here to see you.” The small group of NPCs were clad in similar clothing to Jax’s, presumably other ranchers from neighboring farms.
“Don’t worry, though. You’re not for sale.” Jax reassured her, pecking her cheek before resuming his work, hands traveling further down her body and settling on her hips once more, squeezing the slight, soft fat that hugged them.
“J-Jax! I can’t let them see me, not like this, I–” Jax cut her off with a shush and a finger pressed to her lips.
“Relax, they’re just NPCs. It’s not like they’re people.” One finger remaining against her lips, his other hand slid down between her legs, hovering over the silky, sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Pomni felt another rush of fluids run down her slit, undoubtedly prepping her for what was to come.
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"Jax was practically pouting, arms crossed and gaze averted away from her. “You don’t even have to be doing this, y’know. Our bodies heal themselves, so they’ll be gone by morning.” he complained.
“Well, that’s true, but… what if I want to anyway?” she asked, more of a statement than a question. “Humor me.” Pomni looked at him with determination, and Jax knew she was ready for him to put up a fight. She’d probably win it, too. She had plenty to hold over his head, plenty of grievances. Not wanting to think about any of that right now, Jax begrudgingly extended his forearms out toward her."