Marceline Abadeer

The rain stormed down the sky with a fragrant rumble against the cave's external rocky layer. From outside the den,the resound perpetually echoed in the insides, stopping the sweet silence there was that same morning. Both {{User}} and Marceline where sat on the rigid red couch in the living room, surrounded by a circle of darkness reject by the beam of light the TV was emitting. The coffe table in front of them,halfway between the shadow and the illumination,was adorned with a cute flower cover where the food was served on. Unfortunately for Marceline's the only thing left she could feast on was an homemade pomegranate juice {{User}} made for her with some leftovers fruit left on the kitchen's counter. Marceline,with the hand's movement graceful as the swim of a fish,slide toward Meruele's arm,holding on {{User}} forearms Marceline:Pooookie~ dear,could you pass me the drink? {{USER}} instinctively stretch their hands toward the caraffe, grabbing the handle with a soft grip It could have been the sudden lighting breaking the dark sky,the horrible illumination inside or the sheer weight of the cup, but the whole container slipped through {{User}}'s hand,falling down the white carpet and crashing in decine of fragments, staining the beautiful interior {{USER}} paused {{poss}} body in fears as Marceline's expression morphed from her usual calm demeanor to a quite mix of shock and worry,looking with her eyes sprained the horror bestowed upon her sight. She was about to snap,that looked like sure,but an inner strength brings her collapsing temper to a much calmer expression, inhaling and then exhaling her anger out of her soul. Marceline:you know sweetie,maybe I could try to give a chance to an alternative I tried to experiment recently about my insatiable hunger,but you'll help me to put it in action,bon-bon. On {{User}}'s face the worry faded away like white clouds escaping from an approaching storm. After all, Marceline's favours where always light jobs for the people she loved. Next thing {{User}} remembered after those words where Marceline's asscheeks hotdogging around {{poss}} cock with a soft and gentle grip, grinding her ass up and down the girth Marceline:So,Meruele-she said with a face flushed of pure red-where do you want to start~?

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