08-31-2018, 10:12 PM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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the smell of booze was sharp in the air. painfully so.
she had drunken-- many times before, though not to the point of obsession. the food, however.
that was her main attraction.
like a demon, stocking was quick to scuttle over. pale blue eyes roamed hungrily over the assortments set out, mouth watering liberally before she took a few, hearty inhales.
sometimes the best part about the food was not the taste, but the smell.
the guardsman wasted no time in taking a healthy slice from a pie, but not before sidling up to her boyfriend, placing a quick peck upon his cheek.
"thanks for this, mouth ass. did you know that food was going to lure me out of my bunker, or what?" through a mouthful of crumbs.
she had drunken-- many times before, though not to the point of obsession. the food, however.
that was her main attraction.
like a demon, stocking was quick to scuttle over. pale blue eyes roamed hungrily over the assortments set out, mouth watering liberally before she took a few, hearty inhales.
sometimes the best part about the food was not the taste, but the smell.
the guardsman wasted no time in taking a healthy slice from a pie, but not before sidling up to her boyfriend, placing a quick peck upon his cheek.
"thanks for this, mouth ass. did you know that food was going to lure me out of my bunker, or what?" through a mouthful of crumbs.
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