wyvern tucked his brown hair behind his ear and growled. "don't fight it bbg."
jat looked up at him shyly. "b-but i'm married." she sobbed, "and you're my son."
wy gave them a look that made everything disappear. "let's just play some music." he reached over to grovvy, the radio, and turned it all the way up. he clicked a few buttons and sound rang out.
"there's some whores in this there's some whores in this house..."
jat smirked at wy. this was her jam. they stood up stuck and rolled it, popped it and locked, and twerked and twidded.
she reached her hand out to wy and asked him to join her. he growled in acceptance. they did a full-prechoreographed dance and wheezed in exhaustion when they were done.
wy looked over at the radio. "grovvy looking kinda thick, don't you think?"
jat rubbed her hand on her chin. "ahaha yeah," they bit her lip seductively. "dummy thick, ahaha"
then they did hardcore seggs with grovvy. just a son, a mother, and a radio with a name threesoming.
