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π•Ώπ–π–Š π•Ύπ–šπ–’π–’π–”π–“π–Žπ–“π–Œ (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

The feeling started to come back, slowly but surely, and when he got to the front door it was almost weighing him down.
 
He made a soft noise and shuddered. What the fuck was wrong with him? He entered the house again, the hair standing on end on his neck.
 
"Wanna come see your wife, baby~?" She beckoned. The feeling became heavier after that. But, it was just Orielle.
 
He shook it off again. He moved toward the bedroom. β€œI’m dying to see my wife.”
 
She cooed, "Don't go dying on me, baby, you'll break my heart~" She said. When he moved into the darkened bedroom and flicked on the light, Orielle was propped against the pillows in bed, a sheer body tight dress barely covering her curves and large breasts.
 
She held out her arms to him, his heart pounding as he got closer, but nothing bad was happening. He wasn't in any danger.
 
He melted and kissed her harder, running his hands over her slowly, a slight almost electric tingle running through him.
 
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