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ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀LAOISE ⠀⠀. . . ⠀⠀ MCGRATH ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ


“I’ll just get a bowl of cereal.” Oh. It seems that she is most definitely a Mommy’s girl, leaning into the affections without the slightest of hesitation and happily returning, embracing her Mother in a hug of true warmth.

The silver haired woman hums and looks at her daughter with a tender smile. “Morning baby” she comes over to kiss laoise in the head. “You want some breakfast?”



Shy is the smile that plays at the edge of her lips, brighter than it is with those she is unfamiliar with. "Morning, Mumma @fatalewoes,"


Oh. That is unexpected and her breath stills in the midst of her throat, heart skipping a beat. Laoise doesn’t move at first, silent and motionless until those fingers lose to curiosity, travelling over her thigh.

Pandora catches this action. Brown eyes always so observant, specially of the other woman. Quietly she reaches out, grab the McGrath’s hand and places it on her stocking clad thigh.



Cheeks bloom further, a chin dropping to tuck against her chest and she nods lazily, almost as if frightened. “I do.” Subtle is her move, palm pressing against her cock to try and deny it. "I really do."

She can hear the blood rushing, the stirring of a cock. “Do you like that idea? That visual? Me riding you?”



With her history, she'd likely cause injury before they start. Well. . . Maybe, just maybe, she can try? Strong hand runs along her arm, lip bitten lazily but with notable purpose. If they consider her family, a freak might exist underneath the nerves.

And that is why she believes it’d end in disaster? Because laoise is clumsy? God isn’t she just endearing. Pandora wants to kiss her, fuck her, corrupt her. Beneath that shy exterior must lay a sleeping beast waiting to be awaken.



Cheeks flush with a burning heat, the mere words causing excitement to trickle into her stomach and there's a familiar yet unfamiliar stirring in her pants.

Yes, you darling. I want to ride you.



It's almost as if she wishes to reach out, arm twitching but opting not at the last minute and simply settles for toying with her own fingers.

Oh. She smirks and hums. That was the point, glad to know she succeeded.



Laoise is, well, the clumsy sort. How bashfully those eyes drop, fingers twitching as they begin to fiddle.


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