◜𝙅𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝘼 𝙁𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂, 𝘽𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙉𝙀𝙔. 𝙎 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙀𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙈 ◞

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

a/n: welcome, before you move on, I wanted to thank you for reading this cringe piece of shit of a story, I feel like in the next 4 years I would look back on this story and die from the cringe, I'm so grateful for y'all to have stick around.

Because I wouldn't...

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I was awakened to something going on down below, I felt pleasure hit me.

"Oh god." I moaned out, I looked down lazily and see Marshall go crazy on me.

I moaned as he licked up my clit, Playing and teasing it.

"Right there....ahh!" I arched my back pulling the sheet, "Oh god." I breathe out.

I feel him smirk against my heat, Marshall sent sparks to my stomach as I hit my intense organism.

I whined as he finishes.

"No get up we have something today." He said giving me a peak on the lips, I groan.

"Now come take a shower with me," Marshall said smiling and giving me a wink.

I chuckle, "Okay but don't do what you did last time." I warned jokingly.

"It isn't my fault you drop the soap." He said laughing.

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"Brit stand right there." He said holding up a camera, I roll my eyes playful, "I'm tired of you taking pictures of me."

"Please this is the last one." He asked, I sigh, "I'm in my robe."

"and" He questions.

and snaps a photo, "Damn could at least do a pose, Marsh."

"Okay, pose then." He smirked.

I smiled, "There." I said posing.

"Perfect." Marshall said laughing, "I got a good shot of your boobs." He said biting his lip.

I gasp and snatched the camera, "Stop playing." I said looking at the picture.