Strangelove (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

She smiled snd moved out in a slimming cocktail dress and high heels that were strapped around mid-calf. “I think I’m good..!”
 
"I was testing you. Congrats, you passed, I'm proud of you." He said as he pulled out of the driveway and followed the gps.
 
"You're welcome." He smiled, his head screaming over how good she looked. He would rather just stay home and fuck her in the dress, but they needed a date.
 
That, and he knew he needed food. She might have a general idea of how bad it was for him, but he doubted she really knew the full extent.
 
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