i've been working on another addition to the roommates collection (which will hopefully be posted soon!!), that features drew and emery going to the concert of a fictional girl band that i've created called "cupid's canines" and after giving a brief description, @ssspinkie was kind enough to bring them to life!!
pictured above from left to right is athena (bass guitarist), fatima (guitarist), kane (lead singer), priscilla (keyboard player), and iuni (drummer)!!
since the story i'm currently writing focuses on drew and emery, i wouldn't really be able to expand on the members of cupid's canines, but i can't stop thinking about them... so that's where you all come in!!
ask me anything about them!! it can be burpy/kinky asks (because trust me, i have headcannons...) or anything else about them!! i've quickly grown fond of this fake band, and i want to take any and every opportunity i can to yap about them!!
oooh ooh priscilla is an enabler u say?? what kinda bad habits does she enable 0_0
great question!! such a great question, in fact, that when i presented it to kimmy, they offered to whip up a little snippet of a story to answer it!! so, below the cut are a few examples of the kind of behavior priscilla likes to enable...
thank you @ssspinkie for writing this wonderful mini story!! you can follow them here on tumblr or here on twitter!!
“I don’t think it’s weird!!”
“Kane says it’s weird.”
“Kane’s not as cool as me.”
Athena is slumped on the couch, considering a message on her phone. Priscilla is behind her, leaning over the backrest, her nose even closer to the phonescreen.
“Fatima thinks it’s weird!” Athena retorts, conceding that Kane isn’t as cool as Priscilla.
“She thinks everything fun is weird! Besides, since when did you care what either of them think?”
Athena snorts. Again, Priscilla is right for the most part. But Athena finds it ironic given how much she does to get under those two’s skin.
“What if she’s like, a serial killer or something.”
“Then I’ll watch. I’ll watch and if she tries to kill you I’ll kill her first!”
“You wanna watch?”
“If you let me.” Priscilla proceeds to give Athena a friendly peck on the cheek. Athena knows it’s a friendly one. She knows what a more serious kiss from Priscilla feels like.
“Ugh ‘Thens, I know that you know that I’m just speaking for your inner voice right now. She’s been a big fan even from our open mic days! And she’s-” Priscilla is cut off.
“She’s hot, Prissy. She’s real hot.”
“Then you have my permission.” Priscilla says, nodding sagely. But Athena was already getting up to grab her coat.
“You can watch if you want.” Athena says halfway out the door.
***
“UUuuuuuooooorrfgghp… I’m not full yet.” Iuni says, in a half groan.
“Then I’ll order more.” Priscilla snaps her phone open and opens DoorDash.
“Pris-uuuuoorrgh-sy, it’s fine. I’ll…” Iuni is cut off by a rumble in her belly. Hard to tell if it’s gas or hunger.
“Listen to your body, Iuni. What do you want? Extra cheese?”
“And a large Coke Zero! Wait, no! Two. Three, one for me. Fatima, you want anything?” Priscilla says, poking at Fatima, who has thus far been on her laptop. Her headphones play music at dangerous volumes to block out Iuni’s belching.
“Thank you Priscilla but,” she says flatly, gesturing to Iuni. Her face and fingers are covered in grease, and she’s spreading it on her exposed belly as she rubs it, “I think this whole band has had enough to eat after this display.”
“Pointedly, it was not enoughhuuurrrrrrrrrrrrp…” Iuni says with a smirk.
Fatima chokes back a gag.
“Oookay then, it was gonna be my treat…” Priscilla says, exaggeratedly turning her back to Fatima.
“Ugh, boneless wings for me. Extra spicy.” Fatima says with a huff, putting her headphones back on.
“I’ll make it two of those.” Priscilla punches the order in on her very slowly.
“Ugh, Priscilla! Fine. Three. And fries.”
Priscilla giggles as she modifies the order.
“Will you-HIC hold on… MMmgguuuoorrrprrrrrrrrpp… uuaaaaaAArrrrrrp… Will you share, Fatima?” Iuni manages to get out between burps.
“No.”
***
“I take it I don’t have to kill anyone, ‘Thens?”
Athena stumbles through the door and drops a mostly empty beer bottle. Her hair is a mess and her coat is inside out.
“GUOOOUUUURRRP!” Athena shakes the room with a belch.
“Athena’sssuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp… Athena’s back.” Iuni says lazily, her belly a mountain in the air as she lays on the couch.
“Yes Iuni, we all heard.” Fatima says sharply. One wouldn’t guess how much food was in her by looking at her, but the empty boxes that litter the space around her had to come from somewhere.
“She-HIC! She bought me drinks.” Athena says groggily.
“And you two just had drinks?” Priscilla prods.
“No, Priscilla. We did not stop at drinks.”
Priscilla smirks. “How many?”
“Ugh, I lost count. 6 times? Maybe 7?” Athena crashes on the couch beside Iuni, which in turn shakes out a 10-second burp.
“Awesome! But I meant drinks, ‘Thens.” Priscilla says, joining the two on the couch and softly rubbed Athena’s tummy. In a friendly way. It’s tight under her corset.
“Oh. Fuck. Uh… HUUUOOORRRRRRP!” Athena smacks her lips, tasting again what she drank. “I lost count.”
Do you have any burping headcanons for your newer original characters? Like, what their belches sound or smell like, how frequently each person burps, what their reactions to their own and others’ belches are, and who is the horniest for being burped on, if any?
Athena, Fatima, Kane, Priscilla, and Iuni of Cupid’s Canines, from The Roommates Collection.
hell yeah i do!!
athena: probably the best burper in the group. she's the member of the band with the biggest burps, and while she can't fully burp on command, she's the only one who can get a little bit of air down to help fuel her burps. and when i say her burps are big, i mean BIG. they're typically pretty short, but she makes up for it tenfold in volume. they're the kind of burps that you can hear from the next room over, especially when she wants them to be heard. she's playful about her talents, and she likes to piss off a certain member of the band with her burps...
fatima: she hates burps. they disgust her, and she thinks that the members that are so open about them are childish and immature. the only member whose burps she actually tolerates are kane's, but that's because a) that's her girlfriend, and b) unlike the others, she knows kane can't really control it. but none of the other members have ever heard fatima burp. like, ever. not even kane has heard a slip up from her... which begs the question, can fatima even burp if she wanted to?
kane: she's burpy, but she doesn't mean to be. it's just that when she's taking in air to sing (especially notes that are higher up in her registry), she usually inhales too much, and it comes out as a deep, throaty belch. it visibly embarrasses her every time, which is why fatima is so patient with her. if it were up to kane, this wouldn't be something she has to deal with, but she is still learning to accept her condition. but her burps aren't necessarily impressive in length or volume, but most of the members can agree that it's pretty impressive how many burps she can fit into one of their recording sessions.
priscilla: she's not very burpy, but unlike fatima, she finds burps to be hilarious. she'll applaud kane's outbursts, and she'll actively egg athena and iuni on to get them to see who can outburp the other. in fact, a good portion of her tiktok drafts consist of athena and iuni getting into contests that she herself initiated. she's tried posting a few of them, but fatima's always stopped her. she's just fine burping openly with the other girls, but she just isn't naturally burpy, so it doesn't happen very often.
iumi: what iuni lacks in volume and power, iuni make up for in length and frequency. her burps can only be fueled by a food/drinks, so her belches come from the pit of her stomach. and since she's always snacking on something, she literally can't go an hour without letting out five belches at minimum. they roll out of her lazily (unless she's in a playful contest with athena, then she puts a little more force into them), and she always rewards herself with a heavy sigh and enthusiastic pat on her stomach after a nice burp. this behavior drives fatima especially crazy
feel free to let me know if you have any other questions or if there's anything you want me to expand on!!
idk if you use/have twitter or not but user @ ssspinkie drew an art piece of one of your characters from a fic you wrote ! unless it was you that commissioned the drawing then id feel kinda silly telling you 😓 ,, just thought you’d wanna know, the art is really good !
hey, nonnie!! thank you so much for reaching out!! however, i must inform you that it, in fact, was me that commissioned the piece HAHAHAHAHA. but the fact that you thought to let me know when you saw it is incredibly sweet, so thank you anyway!!
but yes, here is the piece in question for anyone wondering!! it's drew nguyen from my roommates collection series!!
(credit: @ssspinkie; link to the post on twitter is here!!)
and yes, i completely agree, nonnie: the art is really good!! thank you so much for the ask, it gave me the perfect excuse to show it off!!!!
Cupid’s Canines, have you ever belched while performing your songs, and if so, does your audience enjoy it?
i'll give you a few answers to this question!!
iuni burps on stage pretty fucking frequently, but her burps are quiet enough that she can get away with it, since no one can hear it over her drumming. honestly, pounding on her drums actually helps her work up a lot of burps that get stuck hahaha
athena makes sure not to have any alcohol up to an hour before the show, because she knows that if she does, she won't be able to hold back her burps. and, unlike iuni, she doesn't have the luxury of being able to burp onstage, because they WILL be heard over the instruments. it really sucks, because some liquid courage before the show would definitely help ease her nerves a bit... oh well!!
and kane... it's hard, but she usually has enough control to hold back her burps until after the concert is over. however, there was one time...
it was one of the first stops on their first ever national tour, so nerves were at an all time high. kane and fatima had only just started dating, so fatima hadn't quite warmed up to kane's burping yet. so, when kane felt a burp building up halfway through their set, she did all she could to push it down. she sucked in a breath to sing the last note of the song, but halfway through sustaining it, she felt the burp rushing up her throat, completely out of her control.
usually, she liked to sustain this particular high note even after the instrumentals cut out, but this time, she pulled the mic away from her mouth right as the burp came blaring out of her. she managed to cover it for the most part, keeping the mic far away from her as all the air rushed out, but if you listened closely, you could hear the first millisecond of the burp just as kane was pulling the mic away.
(and trust me, everyone, emery listened very closely. and instantly saved that tiktok to her camera roll the instant it came across her for you page. no one else could tell what that sound was just before kane cut off her high note, but emery knew.)
i had the opportunity to commission a piece of kink art from the extremely talented canarcist on devianart, and i'm super excited to share the final result with all of you!!
here is their rendition of ashley/flexsteel!!
the scene that they've depicted comes from my flexsteel series on ao3, which you can read here if you'd like!!
working with canarcist was a very pleasant and satisfying experience, so i highly recommend commissioning them if you ever get a chance!!
i'm sure you all know by now that i don't typically do this, but i've been simping over sophia from date everything more than ever recently, so i decided to write a little story featuring her!! i just hope she's not egregiously out of character-- i tried my best to avoid that, but i've always struggled with writing non-oc's in character hahaha.
but anyway, if this sounds interesting at all, please feel free to read below!! however, i should warn you that there's a lot of degradation throughout this (for those that are familiar with this character, this will come as no surprise to you hahaha), so if that's a trigger/turn off for you, then i would advise against reading this!!
also, it's just over 3k words long, and also in second person pov, in case that's also a deterrent hahaha.
anyway, the story is below the cut!! i hope you enjoy!!
“Ah, you’re back,” Sophia picks at her nails, as if that’s a much better use of her time than looking at you. “I can't say I’m excited to see you, wretch, but I suppose I’m not disappointed either. At least, not yet.”
You just smile, waiting to see what Sophia has in store for you today.
“I’ve come up with a few more role playing scenarios I’d be interested in exploring with you,” she gives you a look. “If you think you can handle it, of course. Are you up for the challenge, wretch?”
You nod eagerly, the words “yes, mistress” escaping you without you even realizing it.
“Very good, my little wretch,” she said, voice as smooth and sultry as ever. “Now, choose your destiny.”
She lists the three role playing options for today: lawyer and witness, housewife and private chef, or Santa and elf.
You can’t help but give Sophia a look. After all, that last scenario sounds awfully familiar…
Sophia sneered. “You’re in no position to question me, wretch. But if you must know, out of all the previous scenarios we’ve acted out, that one happened to stick out to me the most, which is why I wouldn't mind doing it again.” She points her cane at you. “Now, no more questions! Choose.”
At her instruction, you immediately get to shuffling between the three different options in your head. As fun as Santa and elf was the last time you tried it out, you want to try something new today. And while the lawyer and witness scenario sounds super promising, there’s something about that last option-- housewife and private chef-- that piques your interest. You don't quite know what you find so intriguing about it, but before you can even think about it, those words are leaving your lips.
And, in an instant, Sophia is already in character.
“Ugh, you’re late!” she glares at you. “My husband will be home in an hour, and I need to have dinner on the table before then!”
You get over your whiplash quickly-- if there’s one thing you’ve learned throughout your role playing sessions, it’s that Sophia doesn't like waiting-- and mutter a quick “apologies, mistress.”
“It’s ma’am, actually,” she says, before lifting a clean, white apron. “Now, put on your uniform.”
You take it from her hands, examining it closely. Does she want you to put this on over your clothes? That certainly didn't sound like Sophia…
As if she could read your mind, she shakes your head. “What are you waiting for? Strip down and put that on!”
Okay, that makes much more sense. You apologize once again before rushing to the bathroom, taking off all your clothes and throwing them quickly into a corner before putting the apron on. You tie it as best you can in the back before rushing back into the attic, where Sophia is waiting for you with her arms crossed and her foot tapping impatiently on the wooden floor.
You still don't fully understand how the Dateviators work, so you just hope that no one else in the house can see you like this. After all, while your front side is completely covered (for now), the apron is leaving nothing about your back side up to the imagination.
“Very good, chef,” Sophia says. “While you were getting in uniform, I grabbed the supplies you’ll need to make dinner from the fridge.”
She points to her left with her cane, where a cooler sits at her feet. How did you not notice that before?
It doesn't matter. You open it up, where you find packaged ham, turkey, cheese, and bread. A little rummaging, and you also find mayonnaise, whipped cream, and what looks to be some kind of dessert, but it was hard to given with the box it was in.
“Alright,” Sophia says. “First, I need you to prove that you can make a proper sandwich. I won't feed anything to my husband without verifying that it’s edible first, so I’ll be trying everything that you make.”
You nod, already excited for this challenge. All the other scenarios you’ve role played in the past didn't involve anything but the imagination, so to actually have tangible things to roleplay with is going to make the experience that much sexier.
“Now,” she holds out a plastic knife, “take this and get to work.”
You immediately take the knife and grab everything you need. Sophia doesn't seem to have any plates, so you just place the two slices of bread on top of the cooler. You open the mayonnaise and scoop a humble amount onto your knife, spreading it evenly on the bread. You begin to put the lid back on the mayonnaise when you hear Sophia shout “Hey!”
You turn to her, only to find that she’s glaring at you more than ever before. “It needs more mayo! Unless, you specialize in dry, unsalvageable sandwiches!”
You quickly apologize for your careless mistake before throwing the lid back off of the mayonnaise, taking a much bigger scoop this time. You spread the second, thicker layer on both slices of bread, and when you’re done, you turn to Sophia to get her stamp of approval.
“Much better.”
You release a shaky breath. Something about the tone of her voice in those rare moments where she actually praises you always manages to send a shiver down your spine.
“Now, for the meat.”
You grab the packaged ham and turkey and tear them open, grabbing a modest stack of both meats. You place the ham on the bread, followed by the turkey.
“God, can you not see how famished I am!” Sophia snaps. “More meat!"
You nod, grabbing another big stack of ham and turkey and placing them on top of the pile. You can't help but wonder how Sophia’s gonna be able to take a bite of this, but as she told you before, you’re in no place to ask questions.
“There you go,” she said. “Now, add the cheese. Plenty of it.”
You open the package of pre-cut cheddar cheese and place a few slices on top of the meat. You look to Sophia, and she just shakes her head. You add a couple more slices, but she shakes her head again. You throw three more on top, and she finally nods.
With Sophia’s approval, you place the other slice of bread on top, and you try your best to squish it as flat as you can, but it’s still an insanely big sandwich.
Sophia doesn't seem to mind, though, licking her lips as she takes the sandwich from you.
“Let’s see how you did.”
You don't know how, but she manages to get her mouth around the tall sandwich and take a big bite. She chews it slowly, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she sighs with pleasure.
“Not bad,” she says, slowly licking at the mayonnaise at the corner of her lips, “but I’m also hungry, so maybe that’s why it tastes so good.”
With that, she goes right back to the sandwich. You don't know if you can take your eyes off her if you tried, but she’s clearly not worried about having an audience. She takes big bites of the sandwich, chewing it slowly to savor the flavor, moaning and rubbing her stomach with each bite.
Is she doing this on purpose? Does she know how hot you’re finding this display? You haven't told her about any of your kinks yet, but was she just able to read you that easily? Or is she just as into this as you are?
You don't know, but you’re certainly not complaining.
She uses a finger to shove the last bite of the sandwich into her mouth, finishing the entire thing in record time. Once it’s swallowed down, she locks eyes with you as she licks her lips.
“That was adequate,” she says, although her demeanor says otherwise, “You’ll need to make another one before my husband–”
A strained look flashes across her face, and before you can process what that means, Sophia places a fist to her mouth right as a huge belch rings out behind her lips. It’s short, but it’s deep– deep enough to make your pulse race.
She lowers her fist, trying her best to blow the air subtly out of the side of her mouth. “Excu–”
She looks at you. A curious eyebrow raises. You immediately look away, trying to hide the blush that burp painted across your face. God, could you stop being so goddamn obvious for once?
Sophia clears her throat, bringing you back to attention.
“It seems you've passed the first test... barely," she says. “Now, for dessert. I bought something premade from the store, but I need you to plate it so that it looks like it’s something I made. Got that?”
You nod as you open the cooler once again, pulling out the dessert box. You open it to find a chocolate mousse pie, already cut into four fairly big slices. Your mouth immediately starts to water from how delicious it looks.
“Add the whipped cream on top so that it’s not so obvious that it’s store bought,” Sophia demands.
You pull the whipped cream out of the cooler and give it a good shake. You try to squeeze it onto the pie gently, but the attempt comes out as an airy squirt that sends whipped cream flying everywhere. The cream that does manage to land on the pie itself is runny and thin, so you try to add a little bit more to cover your mistake, but it still ends up looking sloppy and messy.
“Pathetic,” Sophia says, lips curled into a sneer. “I can't let my husband see this when he gets home. We need to dispose of the evidence,” she gives you a look. “And there’s only one way to get rid of it all without leaving a trace.”
Your heartbeat starts to pick up in your chest. She can't possibly be suggesting…
“Chef,” she said, holding out a plastic fork. “Feed me this pie.”
Your jaw drops.
Sophia rolls her eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that? We need to get rid of this pie before my husband gets home and sees the mess that you’ve made! Now, hurry and feed me that pie!”
You certainly don't need to be told twice.
You take the fork from her hands and scoop a sizable chunk of pie onto it. You approach her slowly, fork shaking in your hand as you hold it up to her mouth, but before any doubt can seep in, she opens her mouth and licks the pie right off your fork. She moans with delight.
“Oh, that is delicious,” she says. “Much better than anything a worthless chef like yourself could ever dream of whipping up.”
You nod, but it’s brief. The character you're supposed to be playing is completely forgotten by now; you just want to see how much of this pie Sophia can eat.
So, you scoop her another piece. Then another. And then another. Soon, the first slice is completely gone. You give her a look to see if she wants to stop, but she just rolls her eyes.
“Did I tell you to stop?” she snaps. “I’m not even close to being full yet! Keep going!”
And that's exactly what you do. You continue to spoon feed her bits and pieces of pie, and she chews each bite with gusto. It isn't until she’s halfway through the third slice that she begins to slow down, but even then, she powers through.
Soon, there’s only one bite left of the pie. At this point, her breaths are short and hollow from how much food she’s packed into her stomach, and you can see the way her bloated tummy pushes against the corset she’s wearing. Your heart begins to race again at the sight.
“Almost done,” Sophia says. “Feed me that last piece.”
You stab the pie onto your fork and hold it up to Sophia’s mouth. There’s a bit of hesitation this time, but it disappears quickly, and you gently place the last piece onto her awaiting tongue. She chews it laboriously, squeezing her eyes in concentration as she swallows it down, but then, just like that, it’s gone. The entire pie, as well as that ginormous sandwich, now sits in her stomach.
You can't help but stare as Sophia struggles to breathe, the leather wrapped around her body audibly straining against Sophia’s bloat.
Holy shit… this might be the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.
“You’ve done marginally well thus far,” she said, “but I’ve decided there’s one more thing you need to do before my husband gets home,” Sophia says.
You nod, eager to do anything your mistress asks of you.
“All of this food stuffed inside of me isn't exactly comfortable,” she said, although her tone doesn't make it seem like she necessarily minds being so full, “and since it’s your fault that I had to eat that entire pie, it only seems fair that you help me out by massaging my stomach.”
You blink. That… can’t be right, can it? There’s no way she just said that. Someone should probably pinch you, since there’s no way this isn't a dream.
Except, it’s very real. Just as real as the icy glare Sophia’s now giving you. She's clearly not messing around. Well, she never is, but she’s more serious now than ever.
So, you crack your fingers and get to work.
As soon as your fingers brush against her leather-clad stomach, you immediately note how taut it is. You can't help but wince in sympathy; no wonder she’s so uncomfortable.
“Don’t tickle me!” she snaps. “If I knew you were gonna be such a pussy, I wouldn't have hired you! Rub!"
You apologize and add more pressure to her stomach. She gasps sharply, which immediately turns into a sigh of pleasure as your fingers begin to work their magic. You rub firm yet gentle circles on the sides of her stomach, drawing sharp breaths from Sophia. You try to ignore the way the different noises of pleasure coming from Sophia makes you feel, but she makes it… much harder than it needs to be.
You continue to mindlessly rub, until your hands shift slightly towards the center of her stomach, and--
HHOOOOOOOOOUUUUURRP
A giant belch comes spilling out of Sophia. It’s so loud that it makes you flinch, and when it’s over, Sophia lets out an equally loud groan of relief.
“There we go,” Sophia says breathlessly. “That’s so much better!”
Your entire body heats up from head to toe. You don't notice Sophia’s eyes on you until it’s too late. You try to turn away, but nothing can hide how riled up you are.
“Hm,” Sophia smirks. “Keep going.”
You do exactly that. You add more pressure are you rub, hoping that there’s more air where that came from, and soon enough, you’re rewarded with another--
ooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUURRRRRAP
This burp was longer, but it started out strained, Sophia’s face turning red with the effort it was taking to get it up. But, all it took was pressing your palm a little more firmly into her stomach, and the rest came up smoothly, building in volume until it was a borderline deafening roar. You could practically feel the air bubbles traveling upwards from where your hands were resting, which certainly isn't helping you calm down. In fact, it’s only making you throb even harder.
When it’s over, she moans once again, desperately sucking in air to make up for the air that was ripped out of her all at once. Once she catches her breath, she looks at you as every cell in your body buzzes with energy.
“You’re enjoying this, aren't you?”
You gulp. There’s no point in denying it, so you just nod your head slightly.
"God, you're such a pathetic little wretch, aren't you?" she says, which only makes you blush deeper. “So whiny and needy, it's so embarrassing," she smirks. "But if you're that fucking desperate, I think I have one more in here for you."
You can't help the gasp that escapes you.
“I shouldn't be indulging you like this, given that this entire mess is your fault,” she muses. “But, considering how good it’ll feel to get it out of me, I suppose it wouldn't hurt this one time. Besides, it'll be fun to watch you squirm like the pathetic little worm that you are."
You can barely concentrate on what she’s saying, too busy trying to keep your heart from racing out of your chest.
She grabs your hand and places it right in the center of her stomach, on top of her belly button.
“Press here. That should get things unstuck,” she says, but then her voice gets softer. “That is, if you think you can handle it.”
She looks at you, eyebrows furrowed with worry. Then, she mouths “Safe?”
You blink. It’s your safe word; the word you had chosen all that time ago to signal if things are getting too intense or if you need to take a break. Sophia is trying to see if you’re really comfortable with what’s about to happen next.
You appreciate the gesture, but you don't hesitate to shake your head. You want this. You’ve always wanted this, but you’ve never found anyone that was willing to indulge this side of you.
Until now.
So, now that she has permission to proceed, her dominatrix persona is back on, and she smiles. Then, she grabs a handful of your apron and pulls you in, pressing your ear right up to her lips.
“Then take it.”
With that, she presses down on your hand, perfectly placed on her stomach, and you both dislodge the biggest air bubble yet. Not even a moment later–
An absolutely devastating belch comes spilling out of Sophia, right into your ear. It starts out like a lion’s roar before spluttering halfway through, but all it takes is Sophia pressing down on your hand once again, and it ramps right back up. It’s seemingly neverending, deep and wet and deafeningly powerful.
When it finally does end, she moans one last time into your ear, intentionally dragging out the pleasured sound.
You squirm underneath her touch. Your knees are jelly, to the point where you can't even stand up properly, and you can already tell that your ears are going to be ringing for the rest of the day.
Hallelujah.
With a sigh, she lets go of your apron, dropping you to the floor as she gets up and dusts off her clothes.
“God, that was a wonderful session," Sophia says, smiling from ear to ear. “Definitely our best session yet. Don't you agree, my little wretch?”
You couldn't agree more, your “yes, mistress” barely audible from how breathless you still are.
“Very good,” she says. “It makes your mistress very happy to hear that. Next time, let’s just forget the other options and do this again, okay?”
You nod vigorously.
“Good little wretch,” she says, bending over to scratch the bottom of your chin. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m in desperate need of a nap. Until next time, my little wretch.”
