┌─ “ ! „ IN OUR BONES GROW TREES
tw. yandere, incest, cannibalism, blood/violence, explicit gore, praise kink, amputation, vash and nai are a bit jealous of each other, size kink, ! cannibalism as love
wordcount. 5.4k
a/n. ♡ ever since the Megumi fic I've been dyinggggg to go back to cannibalism as love and !!! then beloved rhi @seijorhi wanted to do it and I wanted to do it toooo and now here we are! we are winninggggg girlies yes yes yes! ♡ honestly as most of my cest fics this is awfully soft but still heed the warning bc I'm sure this isn't everyones cup of tea but eEEEEEhHHH for those of you who see the vision I HOPE yOU ENJOYYYY!!!
vash saverem x fem!reader x knives saverem
You can’t breathe. Not always, but often enough that it aches like a festering wound. It overtakes you, and with time creates scabs that don’t heal. You always struggle to breathe when you feel watched. You have visions of being dunked in water and separated from your kind—head underwater, out, underwater again. Even in this pod made specifically to hold you, feed you, it’s hard to get the oxygen down into your collapsed lungs.
Icy water flows through them sluggishly, pushes on your eyes and ears, steals your attention. Your focus. When you struggle to breathe it makes you think of memories that you know you never experienced. Sounds you never heard. When it aches, it almost feels real. Feeling skin on skin, hands intertwining, and wind on your cheeks. The laugh of a boy with bright blue eyes, and the sigh of another. There’s a million things you want to do, but know you can’t. You pry your eyes open against the pressure.
They’re watching again.
Always, watching them watch you, from the safety of your cage behind glass. Those matching faces that come often, sometimes stay for hours perched on the bay. They talk to you, too. One chatty, the other not so much. You can’t hear them from where you’re suspended, but you can see their mouths, and sometimes, sometimes you swear you can listen to their voices anyway.
You’ve gotten awfully attached to them. If the way they hang around your pod more than any other is anything to go by, the feeling must extend to them, too.
Sweet, big blues study you in your budding cocoon - hands pressed to the glass.. He’s watched you grow into yourself in absolute fascination for what you think is years. Because once he was shorter and cheeks round; and he no longer is. His limbs have stretched and his hair has grown, and so has the other one for that matter.
Watching them through the obnoxious blue fluid; you often find yourself wondering. If you were out there, would your life be anything like theirs? You can’t talk like they talk, can’t laugh and banter like you see them do. Can’t scream. Not in here.
You don’t even know their names.
You’ve been in here long enough to have forgotten the size of your limbs.
Today is an insignificant day that starts as they always do. The lights are turned on in the hull, and you reach out to press your hand to the glass. It’s earlier than normal for the lights to be on, but you wake from your slumber anyway. Because you know you’ll find someone staring back. Opposite the glass, you find the ashy blond, always with those intense eyes. His larger hand comes to touch yours, through inches between you— no matter, you’re convinced you can still feel the heat of it. His eyebrows furrow, and lips move.
He’s concerned. Or maybe, angry. Those icy eyes dig deep into yours. For not the first time, he looks at you like he’s looking into your soul.
The bubbles in the water roll to the surface with an impatient noise, and you gasp against the pressure. Suffocate a little in the water that’s forced into your lungs. It never kills you, though. The young man before you looks over his shoulder into the freshly lit-up ship. Pauses. He slowly reveals his hand from under his clothes, and a silver glittering catches your eye.
Then, everything bursts with a deafening noise.
Implodes in on itself, as an ice pick is swung into the glass before you and shatters your cocoon into a million pieces. You know you scream in pain only by the sting you feel in your throat - and the fluid rushes away from you in all directions. Without the suspension of the water you immediately tumble onto the cold, drenched floor between the shards, gasping and crying — though you can’t hear it. Like a stranded fish, you curl up in pain for long enough for the water to escape from your ears, and suddenly everything is incredibly loud.
Your own breathing. His. The ship, and the buzzing of the lights, and the pressure of the air on your ear drums — instinctively your hands cup your ears and press your eyes shut as hard as you can. Something heavy and warm and strange starts to move your hair out of your face. It tickles. It doesn’t hurt like the noise does.
And then, what has to be a voice. “Finally… it’s okay, be quiet. Niichan’s going to pick you up.” Your naked body is lifted despite your limpness, and hands start moving around to hoist you up from the floor and into a solid chest. “Vash! Get over here.”
“I asked you to wait!”
“I’m sick of waiting. We’re doing it now.” His voice rumbles his chest against you, and sounds so loud in your head. “Get one of the pods and an access key. She’s freezing, hurry.” You can just about crack open your eyes to take in the adoring way ocean blues come into view painted with worry, attached to the darker haired blond, and how he leans in to wrap a red jacket around your naked body.
+
The room is dark and green tinted under the LEDs of the lab. You wiggle your toe. Your fingers. As Nai looks up with those ice blue eyes and chastises you. His frown has worn into his face, but there’s brief moments when you get to see him without worry. Brief moments you spend hours trying to find. “Stop moving when I’m trying to do work.” The leather straps around your limbs are starting to get uncomfortable, but you can’t do much about it when Nai’s sat between your legs on the floor, and his hands work with as much smooth deftness as they always do.
“Is it still itchy? Looks like it’s healing alright.” You shake your head side to side. The frosty blond picks at the last of the stitches on your thigh, pulling the threads achingly tight, before giving a small but approving nod. You grimace, but don’t complain. When he’s happy with what he sees, he straightens up before you and towers over you all that much more. “Alright, give me your arm. Let’s have dinner, hm?” Again, you nod.
He undoes your ankle strap and then your wrists, before taking your face between his fingers to tilt you up, and here and there. Cold blue eyes glinting with something you suppose is care. He chews the inside of his cheek for a few seconds, as if waiting you out, before sighing. “What’s wrong? You’re quiet.”
“I’m just tired, Nai nii…”
You are. Exhausted. Knives doesn’t respond, but he has no reason not to believe you. You’re not a liar. Never learned how, so it shows on your face too obviously when you even think about trying. Your big brothers know you more than anyone else, and they would know if you weren’t being honest.
He offers his shoulder for you to grab onto and hoists you off the doctor’s chair, wraps an arm around your waist. Your missing leg tingles because of the motion, like it’s still there - and when you think of wiggling your other toe, you can still feel the muscles try. “You’re too tall,” you try to change the subject instead, having his icy eyes back on your face. He doesn’t laugh when you do, but some of the tenseness does slide away. You’re hopped towards the door with your big brother’s help, and he pushes you through the open door like he’s helping a fawn stand on two legs for the first time.
Even though you’re used to it.
It’s far from the first time you’re doing this.
The hobbling continues as he leads you down the hall towards living quarters, deposits you exhausted at the dinner table— and immediate chatter reaches your ears. The other blond is so attuned to it all that it takes him no time at all to peek his head out of the kitchen to watch you with a smile so wide it makes his eyes into half moons. “You two always have perfect timing, the stew is done cooking.” The table is lovingly set, flowers in the small, patched-up vase. There’s never enough food to put on the whole show, but Vash loves it. And you love your brother.
“How are you feeling?” he asks when taking a seat right next to you, petting your head and nuzzling his face into your crown. “I always worry ‘bout this sort of stuff. I’m glad Nai does it and not me. Don’t think I could have an appetite after it.” A puff of satisfied breathing comes into your hair. He’d have you crawl into his lap if he had his way. Closer, even.
“It’s okay, nii nii,” you whisper, “I know you need it.”
He stares at the side of your face like he’s peeking under your skin, but doesn’t say anything. His long fingers lace with yours, and he gives another hum of approval. “Let’s eat?”
Nai’s impassive expression settles on your laced hands, before he also takes a seat. “Well then. Get started, your food’s getting cold.” He starts with Vash’s plate, and yours second. Unnecessary, because you don’t need to eat. His eyes glint over as if he’s reading your mind. “Eat.” He serves himself last, because for better or for worse— Nai is devoted.
You watch Vash untangle your hands just so he can clap them together, before grabbing his spoon and starting to eat; letting the smell waft through the house. It’s steaming hot, and with the miserable dry, cold weather out there it’s nice to see him so happy. Second is Nai, who’s spoon scrapes along the porcelain with a purposeful noise.
Most plants don’t need to eat. Most, except for Vash, who you’re in a constant struggle to keep fed when the world is so harsh and unforgiving out there. Knives and you have been blessed with the lack of an appetite, but the oldest just eats because he can. Because he likes it, and the way it strings you all together as one.
You’re third to eat, if only to make your brothers happy. You pick up your own spoon to scoop up some of the softly cooked meat. Your sutures itch like crazy.
+
You’re pressed to the side of his chest, and his heartbeat is slowly drumming a pattern into your cheek. Wrapped in his arms, your face hot, legs tangled. Knives likes using you as a pillow, because he runs hot and you run cold— it’s a habit you’ve gotten into since he broke you out decades ago. Took you from your womb-like captivity and pressed you to his chest.
His heartbeat is steady, and it’s warm. You like being here.
Vash comes through the door with a slight uncharacteristic frown. Though calling it a frown is a bit overblown. You’ve never seen him with a scowl - you’re half convinced he might be incapable of it. What he is, though, is distressed for some reason or another. “Vash niisan?” you speak up from your position on the couch, trying to turn into Knives’ hold that he refuses to loosen even a bit. You have to settle for stretching your neck to catch his eyes. “Are you alright— What’s… When’s the last time you ate?”
His eyes soften from his place by the door, and he comes to kneel before you. Rests his chin on the couch, nose to nose. He’s always so gentle. It aches. It takes on your breath a little. Through a slightly pained look, he presses a kiss to the tip of your nose. “I’ll make it a few more days. We have some meat in the freezer. I'll get it out when we really run low— though I appreciate your concern. I only came to see what you guys were up to.” Knives lets out a breath into your hair, before forcing his body to mold closer against yours, a statement. Vash’s eyes just follow the motion of his hips pushing against yours, and his thigh wrapping over your leg.
“Imouto wanted to cuddle, so we’re cuddling.”
He glares like a dog claiming territory, with a growl rumbling his throat. Metal clicks angrily at his back, of sharp edge brushing sharp edge at his displeasure. He’ll cut up the couch at this rate. The couch first, your fragile body next. His nails start to dig into your skin and his strong arms squeeze your ribs because of how he holds on to you, until it’s hard to breathe. Suffocated under the pressure of his love.
You never doubt his devotion; it just gets to be too much when the both of them are on you at the same time. The air is squeezed out of you, and you fight out a gasp. “Nai niisan… Ow.”
“Stop that— Nai. Be more careful. You always take advantage of her. She’s fragile,” Vash finishes instead of you, pushing him away by the knee to inspect your freshly grown skin. It’s bold in a way Vash only is when it comes to protecting you. Not a few months ago, your stump was barely to your hip bone. Now you’ve got a whole new thigh and knee, almost down to your ankle. The fresh limb is still itchy, but at least you can tangle it with your brother’s legs again the way he demands. Vash takes hold of it and presses a few kisses to your shin, sitting down on the floor beside the two of you. “I’m grateful for you, y’know that? I probably wouldn’t have survived half this long with my condition if it wasn’t for you.”
You can’t lie. Sometimes you wish you had a power like Nai. Something dangerous and powerful, to protect your family with, like they do for you. Like Vash promises he’ll do for you when he’s in your bed and kissing every inch of your skin in the dead of night. But you suppose all things work out the way they do for a reason. He looks so beautiful in the low light. Blinking long, blond lashes up at you where they frame baby blues. Nai’s grunting in jealousy behind you, but you let him lean in to press his lips to yours with a soft noise. Reach your fingers out to brush along his cheek. You swallow, and shake your head a slight bit. “It’s nothing, niichan. Really.”
“Be more honest.” Nai’s arm pulls your waist tighter, and his mouth brushes along your ear. He’s draped over you like a blanket now, almost burying you under his weight like he’s trying to keep you from Vash’s touch. Jealous, more than angry. Territorial, more than upset. His breaths brush along your face, and he takes a deep breath of you. “It’s not nothing. Your big brothers are telling you they’re grateful. As we should be. Accept it.”
He hums as he rolls his hips into your ass, and starts nosing down your neck. “You’re a good little sister. You know we adore you.” Kisses are pushed to your pulse point, blood rushing. A heartbeat that starts speeding up caught between the two of them. Because though he’s barely got the access to, Vash’s hands are on you as soon as the first noise falls from your lips. Sliding up along your thigh to find the hot place between your legs, and sighing at the feeling.
“Agh- ah, ah…” Your head is nudged back.
Nai softly groans. “Fuck, you’ve made me hard.”
“You’re always hard when you’re pressed to her,” Vash chuckles, and presses a million kisses to your tummy where he can reach, before pushing you both back towards the back of the furniture to make room for him. “Nai’s right though.” Long fingers squeeze the meat of your thigh, and he pulls you close until he’s sandwiching you against his chest. “You’re the best little sister ever. No one is better to us. You even let us do all of this…” His fingers catch on your mound, forcing circles into your sensitive spot through your clothes. “Can you show nii nii your tongue? I want to kiss it.”
“D-don’t be gross,” you say, failing to catch your breath. But you stick out the squirming muscle anyway, because it makes Vash happy. You would do anything if it made them happy. And you’ve got a lot to be grateful for.
+
The water is steaming hot. It doesn’t feel the same as it did then. This is surely a kinder place than you three were in before. The water evaporates as it touches your skin; only slightly though, not enough to burn. You’re harder to kill than humans are. It tickles at your shoulders.
Vash’s long legs come into view as he steps into the water too, splashes you with the motion, and you can’t help but laugh. Your hands slip from around your chest to stable yourself on the slippery bottom instead— watching Vash crowd into your space in the bath on purpose. He always does this, and before he’s seated, you’re already laughing at his expression. Your brother’s got a blush on his face, nose rosy. And his eyes flick all over you, through the wobbly refraction of the water. “What are you laughing at? Don’t laugh like you’ve never seen me naked. Pervert.”
“You’re the one who wanted to bathe together.”
He pushes your head away with two fingers to make room for himself to slip into the water, lean, muscular body scrunching up to fit beside you. There’s other places to sit, and plenty of room deeper in, but he always chooses your side over comfort. “You’re not scared anymore. You used to only want to wash off when you could climb all over me to keep yourself steady. You were a real handful. Nai would get so mad you didn’t want to go in.”
“I think he was upset I didn’t wanna go in with him, but I went in with you.” Your mouth instinctively curls up at the memory, of how flustered and pink Vash used to get. You didn’t fully get it back then. Instead of lingering on that, you reach out to touch his skin for the familiarity, and sigh. “I haven’t been scared to get into the water for about a decade though, nii nii.” His hands slip under the water to cradle your hips and pull you into his lap— you just barely manage to steady yourself before your head goes under. Instead your knees settle either side of his hips so you can sit on his thighs and rest your face against his chest. Too close. Just enough to still be comfortable.
“Has it really been that long?”
The steam makes your hair stick to the back of your neck. “I think so.” Your chest rises and falls in tandem with his, and he presses kisses to your exposed shoulder before humming, and nuzzling up to your throat. He smells nice, and you trace a finger along the stitched edge of his scars. “Do you think we’ll ever get to leave the ship for good?”
Vash chews his tongue for a bit, debating answering at all. He’s comfortable right now, and if past memories are any proof, you’re about to get a lot more comfortable too if he’s given his way— Vash is just as much prone to exploiting your weaknesses as Nai is. Even more, sometimes.
Eventually, he does decide to answer. “Nai’s building a new world for us out there. When we’re free… when he’s sure you’ll be safe, and no one will ever take you away from us-” his eyes look hopeful, finding yours, “-I’m sure we will. Nai is doing it to protect you-”
“-to protect me.” You chant at the same time. He’s pushing you closer, and softly biting down on your neck where his kisses leave hot trails. “I know. No one would take care of me like you two have.” The touch of his skin under your legs shifts, and Vash lets his tongue peek between his lips to leave wet kisses along the shell of your ear too. The part where he’s different from you is starting to swell and push against you, and your breathing gets too heavy. Your mouth cracks open, and Vash softly moans against your skin. “Again, nii nii? We did that just this morning, you’re going to tire yourself out.”
“It’ll be okay. I just can’t get enough of you. Don’t tell Nai.”
“He’ll know anyway,” you try to say, ignoring the way he’s curling around underneath you to get closer than is possible. He touches like his fingertips will reach bone if he tries hard enough, grabbing everything that he can reach and squeezing and rutting himself against you. You’re never sure how he doesn’t get tired of touching you this much. “He always knows.”
You don’t notice you’re pulling away and frowning off into the open space of the bathroom until Vash disconnects his mouth from your skin to look at you in the eye again. “What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?” He stares for a moment, before licking his lips and sliding his hands lower down your legs to squeeze his fingers into the muscle there too. “Show me your leg.” Without waiting, he wraps his hand around your ankle and yanks it up above the water, catapulting you backwards with the motion. You swallow a mouthful of the bath in surprise, but right yourself fast enough to catch Vash’ look when he stares at you with a look so cherishing and loving it feels almost too sweet.
Gentle but deep, an endless longing.
“Why’d you do that for?” you cough out, and slap his chest— anything but pull your foot away from his face as he’s running a digit along your shin and to pin your foot between two fingers.
Baby blues get hidden away with a blink so he can kiss your skin, ankle, the ball of your foot, douse kisses on you until you start wiggling and it tickles. “I love you. So much. I love you so much I could eat your flesh clean off your bones— Nai does too, though he doesn’t say it. We love you so— much.” When you whine at his touch, he cracks open his eyes. “Would you hate me a lot if I bit off one of your little toes right now? Just the one.” He chuckles when your face instinctively scrunches up in disgust, only to exchange it for a pout.
His face is smiling, eyes glinting playfully with the reflecting of the water. You blush.
“Don’t say weird stuff, niichan∼ You always say weird stuff and do weird stuff. Weirdo.” You turn to your stomach to escape from his touch further into the water instead of propping yourself up, and hide your face away from his sight even though his hands chase you. “No, haha- Don’t follow me! Stay there.”
He doesn’t, and when he grabs back for your hips you two bounce water over the side of the tub. You’re laughing as Vash pulls you back to him with a giggle. “Don’t run∼ You can’t run from us. We’ll find you wherever you try to go anyway.” He wraps two arms around your core and lifts you in one motion out of the water so that your butt’s pressed against his stomach and your arms flail to reach for him at the lack of stability. Too exposed- not that he cares.
“Vash nii! We’re gonna- we’re gonna fall!” You squeal like a child, unable to help yourself. It’s hot, and your entire face gets a few degrees hotter when you can feel his chuckle bounce through your body. He’s so much bigger than you. You wonder why that is. It seems almost unfair.
He leans over your shoulder even with his hold on you like this, hooks his chin over your shoulder. “Give nii nii a kiss, come here. I won’t actually bite you.” His saccharine smile is a hard force to fight against. You go limp in his touch. “Sit on my lap, hm? Let’s keep playing around a little longer. You love your brothers, don’t you?” At your nod he gently lets you get back onto your feet, sits down on the edge of the tub, and pats his thighs.
His cock’s been hard this entire time, you’re sure, because a thick bead of precum glistens on the flushed head. As soon as you lower yourself onto his lap, he aims the spongy cockhead to slide up and down between your slick pussy, and your hands come to rest on his wide shoulders. Vash nudges his face to tilt yours up, and motions a kissy face your way. “One kiss?”
“Ten. Ten kisses on the mouth and I’ll leave you alone. Lift your hips.” He slides his cock down against you until it is nudging right up against your hole, and gives another slight thrust. It’s all you need to shift your hips into him, and have his bigger body invade yours. “Agh- you’re the best little sister. Gud- good job.”
+
The pistoning of his hips is distracting you from the fact that Vash is rattling off complaints almost like clockwork, a whine every two minutes. Nai’s sharp eyes narrow further as he snaps his head to the side, and your tummy flutters when he presses his thumb on that perfectly sensitive button that takes all your thoughts away. He slips out of you upon the next thrust and groans in annoyance at both issues at once. “Vash. If I let you in here this one time- hng,” your wet pussy’s spasming around his cock when he pushes himself back inside you, can’t help it, “you were gonna be quiet and let me do my work. If you’re not happy watching then you can fuck off.”
“I’m happy watching, I just want to kiss her too. You don’t need to take up every inch of her skin to work.”
Though the oldest looks more irritated by the second, he does let up a little bit; enough for Vash to drip his head down to your face. Where you’re tearing up and your hands are forcefully laced with Nai’s to keep you still, your mouth is occupied by gentle, loving kisses that he moans into when tasting your tongue, moving around on the plastic sheet to curl his body around your exposed half. “You’re so hot,” your big brother confirms again. “I’ll kiss it all better, m’kay? Do you believe me?”
His pretty blues bore so deep into yours that you’re sure he’s seeing right through you. You hum though, and whether or not he notices your anxiety, Nai squeezes your fingers tighter. You like the smell of Vash’s hair as he’s so close, and you like the feeling of Nai’s touch. It sends hot flares down your body. It’s just…
“I believe you.” Your eyes get teary out of nowhere, and your nose starts to run. The rate of your heart inside your ribcage starts to bounce almost violently in anticipation, and Vash happily smiles down on you. Puppy like, content even. You would do anything for them. Your leg begins to violently itch at the thought, and your lip is trapped between your teeth. It’s taking too long. He’s teasing you by holding it still and letting you wait for it. “Nai nii…”
You can feel your blood rush under your skin, through your head and into your stomach— even before Nai grunts in agreement. “Are you feeling good? We’ll do the other leg this time, okay?”
“Where do you cut it,” Vash breathes in between over-excited pants. “How does it feel? Can I taste her?” You want to blame it on the heat between you three, but his eyes are so wide and dilated. Odd. You feel odd. He’s basically crawling over you to look at the place you and Nai are connected and then where the oldest is kneading the skin of your upper thigh— wiping his palm along your cheek to brush away your tears when looking back. Your legs are ragdolled further apart as Nai shoves Vash a few inches away to make room, and his icy eyes find yours too.
He doesn’t say anything, but you know. You hold your breath until Nai pulls his cock from you with a shuddering sigh, and the knives rattle and whir. Your vision blurs, and you get to cry for once - normally it’s over before you know it. He’s showing off, and Vash turns back when he hears your hiccups. “Shhh, don’t cry, baby. You’re so sweet, you’re so good. You’re going to save your big brother again.” He presses a messy kiss to your mouth and nuzzles into your jaw, and softly bites the fat of your cheek until your lips curl up. “I love you, love you so much. You’re so cute. So fucking cute.”
Your blood thumps through your veins up until Nai’s sawblade wraps around your upper thigh, and tightens, tighter than tight∼ It pinches your skin as the noises start to come, and the pinch gets more painful. So much- so much more, more painful— until- until he starts the spin and in one clean, excruciating second you feel the heft of your leg being snapped off. Blood sprays as skin is torn apart, and the wetness of your fresh spill makes an awful whiny noise of his knives. Aw. Aww, it fucking hurts. So bad. The bone splinters upon touch, and hot blood goes everywhere. The pain is sharp and faint and hot all at once, and you’re sick- you might throw up from nausea— it pierces your spine and makes your head pound and Vash is right there, holding your face to the pillow even though he’s turned to the action.
The adrenaline’s making your skin feel so tingly and tight and it hurts. It hurts. The skin and muscle was too easy, the bone makes you jerk. It hurts so bad you think your vision blacks for several seconds, until you come back to and Nai’s got a hand on your open wound and is leaning his upper body on your stomach, and Vash’s tongue is in your mouth— and the few breaths you manage to take are the only warning you get when the full force of your pain grinds like a million dull needles into every cell, stabbed into your spine, making your body flail. It makes you scream out loud, sharply ringing ears.
Vash’s smell suffocates you a little. Nai pulls his hand away when it starts to steam, and the hot blood spills all over the cover on the bed until the healing kicks in. Your blackened vision doesn’t hide you from the fact that your dearest brothers switch places though— lets Nai by your face so that Vash can get a good look.
“So good. You’re always so good.” Nai’s long fingers cradle your head and run through your hair, gentler than he’s capable of. “I’ll just put in a few quick stitches, hm? Once you’re calmed down, you can help me with dinner. Niichan’s hungry too.”
“Okay,” you just respond, though your voice cracks when you try. Your amputated leg jerks, and itches at the ugly seam— and the mass of meat rolls when Vash settles between your legs. He brushes it tenderly, and you swear you can still feel the touch. Tears tickle at your lashline, but they escape down your nose instead of rolling out, and Nai caresses your cheek. You’re both watching in distracted interest as Vash’s blown out eyes find yours again, and he smiles at you with so much true gratitude. His blond hair is matted to his forehead, and he has to take a deep breath to even be able to speak.
“I love you.”
You love him too. You’d do it all for your big brothers. They saved you. He drips his hand into the pool of blood steaming up around your severed leg, and brings four red-coated fingers to his mouth to suck each one clean with a moan— before leaning down to press kisses from your pussy to your belly, red, hot blood covering his lips and chin.
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