pamela chuckles at clover’s squirming.
with the sporeling conveniently in her lap, said “plant dick” blooms from the older woman and inserts itself within her waiting lover.
‘ since you asked so nicely, little one. ‘
the hands leave the sporeling’s hair and descend upon her slender waist. fingers begin to knead once again, moving tenderly in small circles.
‘ use your words like a big girl, clover. ‘
ㅤ
`` Do you think we could . . .
ㅤㅤy'know ? ``
Clover loved how possessive
her mother could get , they're
connection was on an entire
different level.
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