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Frey glances towards Loren as a slow strand of honey fell from the jar onto one of their nipples. ooops they mouthed slowly, using one of their fingers to messily remove the golden liquid from their body. This wasn't sincerely done of course, as Frey was content to bask in all manner of sweet and sticky things without worry.
"Honor me, hon? I'm not Safrin. I don't give a fuck about all that." They said, turning their head back to regard the honey and the apples.
"Honor me, hon? I'm not Safrin. I don't give a fuck about all that." They said, turning their head back to regard the honey and the apples.
