when he picks a safeword you can't pronounce
"please, i can't take it anymore—"
"what's the word, baby?"
you're sobbing, trying to say wur-ster-sher through tears while he chuckles, kisses your tears away, and keeps going
"worcestershire, baby. try again."
#nsfwtwt#cnc
A zoomer fren recently asked me (older millenial) where he could get a quirkchungus beautiful mid like the overly attached girlfriend.
I solemnly told him. “You can’t. We don’t know how to make them anymore”