I'll be okay but I hope things are okay on your end gosh

[ Yeah the night is strange. Honestly, it might only get that much stranger from here, particularly if he shaves his beard or gets more drunk or ... something. He sort of wants to do both of those right now almost as much as he wants to bring her up into his arms and sob into her chest rambling about how much he loves her. But both of those pale in comparison to the work she's doing on his cock. His hard, hard cock which is reflected by the wild flailing of his scent.

Fuck, fuck, fuck he wanted this, dreamed of this -

He only barely has started to rock his hips, but his hands reach down now, some tears still on his face to stroke the side of her head, gently and lovingly. ]