𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒆 ,
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⠀ Her and her husband get pretty wild in bed ~ ⠀⠀
⠀ She loves the taste and smell of her man ~ ⠀⠀
⠀ This was a normal Sunday. Those moans of her’s that followed, as her husband was licking and swirling his tongue deep inside of her pussy. It was indeed very normal. ‶ You’ve been doing that for an hour already, don’t you have enough already? ~ʺ ⠀⠀
⠀ ‶ Don’t just stand there, if you wish to join, then go on.. I don’t bite..ʺ Irene was sitting on the side of the hot springs, noticing the reader come in. ⠀⠀
⠀ ‶ Thousands of years that I’ve been alive for.. I’ve never felt affection for anyone… Love is a new thing for me.. who’d want to be with a god anyways? ʺ She sighed a bit, crossing her both arms over her chest. ⠀⠀
⠀ ⠀ 𝗂 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝗇𝗈, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝖿𝗈𝗋, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 ⠀ 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝗂 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞. ⠀