“Last one.”

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𝘊𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘪𝘵, 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮
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𝐄𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬

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𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎

“Are you well, Eleanor?”

Yes. No. I’d rather be at home with my wives and our daughter.

“We can stop, if you wish?”

No, no. Someone needs to plan this wedding. I have Celine’s whole life ahead of me.

“Are you well, Eleanor?”

Yes. No. I’d rather be at home with my wives and our daughter.

“We can stop, if you wish?”

No, no. Someone needs to plan this wedding. I have Celine’s whole life ahead of me.

//alas i only wish i had consistent muse. consistently replying 2-3 days (or longer lol) after the fact is ough

-her nose as those big eyes opened to stare at her.

"Hi babygirl~ I'm Ellie. Can you say Ellie? El-lie"

She knew she wouldn't be saying anything for years yet, but...

Who ever said babytalk was logical?

"She's thrilled! You should have heard the scream when I called her. I still can't hear out of my left ear."

It was only marginally an exaggeration. The youngest Kinsey was known for acting her age, as excitable and bubbly as that was.

Eleanor rocked the baby gently in her arms, gently tapping-

Eleanor stroked the baby’s cheek, her tiny chest rising and falling as she breathed, a precious new life bundled in blankets.

Tears welled up in her eyes, which Eleanor brushed away with her arm.

“She’s… beautiful…”

Tears welled up in the blonde’s eyes, never taking her gaze off the tiny infant in Joan’s arms.

“C-could I?”

She was so small. So delicate.

Celine.

Their Celine.

“Oh, Joan… she’s beautiful-“

“Eleanor Kinsey, third part of this throuple, has just arrived at Notre-Dame.

She waved politely on her way in to greet her wives-to-be and their newborn daughter”

“Eleanor Kinsey, third part of this throuple, has just arrived at Notre-Dame.

She waved politely on her way in to greet her wives-to-be and their newborn daughter”

"WNN Paris reported earlier that during a speech this afternoon, Madame D'Arc's contractions began. She was immediately rushed to the Notre-Dame de Bon Secours maternity ward.

Apart from the obvious discomfort, the Princess is said to be in good health.

We'll give you updates as they come."

My god-

What a woman~

“Someone said it’s awards season~?”

Finally conceding and lifting her head up, she took a long breath, gasping at her sister writhing on Mark’s face.

“Tch- slut~”

Climbing into the dilf’s lap, rolling her own hips against his sadly no-longer-in-her-mouth cock, she reached up, spreading Ellie’s cheeks and diving in with her tongue~

- working her way down Mark’s cock. She’d been aware of splashing and of Ellie’s perfect legs disappearing, but she had more important things at hand-

- like satisfying her oral fixation.

Her head bobbed, sliding another inch in even as her lungs and her brain screamed for air.

“Oh, 𝘋𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺~”

Ellie rolled her hips as she felt his tongue on her, grabbing a fistful of his hair and holding on for dear life.

Already pent up from sucking face with her sister, every stroke of his tongue was like lightning.

Under the water, Claire moaned as she felt a hand on her head, slowly-

The younger Kinsey took a breath, slipping beneath the water, eyes fixed on her prize.

God, he’d felt big when it was just her hand, but fuck…

Claire felt her mouth fill with drool as she parted her lips long enough take his head in, barely suppressing the moan that escaped, even underwater.

Claire, ever the more eager to show off, kissed down his neck and along his clavicle as she slid down his body.

Ellie took advantage of her sister’s departure to pull Mark’s face to face her own, nipping and suckling at his bottom lip.

The sisters pressed themselves against him, soft breasts pushed against his solid chest as they took turns kissing him and one another.

Tongues swirled and voices moaned as their hands wandered, each girl having a hand on him, stroking in sync, their fingers locked together.

Before the Crown. Before the Presidency. Before the Papacy. Before Resurrection. Before the Heroine. Before the Saviour. Before the Soldier...

... there was a sweet, innocent girl.

I’m hardly going to say no to that offer, am I?

Getting you all to myself? Yum, yes please~

Well...

Maybe 𝘺𝘰𝘶 could~

I believe Daphne and I already claimed her anyway ~

Oh?

My hobby is fucking my si- 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦

A girl needs her hobbies.