They headed home after and Petunia cooked a healthy meal through the tension and made idle chatter even though it went to sex most of the time. But she brushed it off coolly.
He couldn't get the image of her sucking him off out of his head; her pastel green hair wet and sticking to her face as she stuffed his fat rocket into her mouth, her small hands making his knot look massive.
He huffs and just watches her. "Fuck it." He said as he moved over her slowly. He began tugging her panties off slowly, gently running a finger over her clit.