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June 20 - June 23, 2025
Otto pressed the scent glands on his wrists to Caulin’s forehead, dragging them down the sides of his face, over his cheeks and down his ears, and then all over his hair.
I've been reading giant exerpts of this out loud to my husband, who said at one point, "None of this is sexy." anyway, here's this guy rubbing his stink into a pizza-panty fat fuck's sweaty matted hair
Quentin narrowed his eyes. “He’s been bullied for years. I sent out an email to the science faculty professors a couple years back, saying to watch out for him. Last year, too. Did you see it?”
I don't know what's funnier - that you emailed the faculty of a university to help protect one tubby adult from his peers, or that it didn't work even a little
“Why are you not judging me for... for this?” He waved vaguely around the office, at the heavy musk of sex.
normal question for a 40yr old professor to be asking anyone tbh. also, do you think the oft-mentioned sex funk could have something to do with the ten billion tissues covered in some guy's goosh you dumped in your open wastebin?
He was providing shelter to two omegas who had been rummaging in a grocery store dumpster, and who were now drunk. But all he could think about was Caulin jerks off to you every night, and Caulin’s disappointment when Otto said there would be no touching.

