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The Mistake 💛💙

03/24/2587 - 8:00 pm

you wake up startled, unsure on where you are or what you were doing.  looking around, you notice the mirror across from the bed you were laying on.  viewing the mirror, you notice the man next to you: Monty

jesus christ, he looks so hot laying next to me

the memories of the last few hours coming flying, replaying in your mind. looking down at yourself, you notice that you're wearing a large t-shirt and a pair of baggy sweatpants.  you look under the sweatpants, noticing that you are wearing a pair of boxers

are these...Monty's?

you sit there, flustered by the fact that Monty dressed you after he recked you a few hours ago.  you turn over, staring at monty's chest as it rises and falls as he is in a deep sleep

how human are these animatronics...

obviously has to be human-enough, he fucked the shit outta me

you put your hand on monty's chest, feeling his deep breathes.  blushing, you laugh as you finally accept that you have fallen for an animatronic gator.  you slide your hand down his chest, tapping on his chest till your hand reaches his pelvis.  moving your hand to his crotch, your hand resting on his sweatpants as you feel his dick within them

"i didn't say you could touch me like that, did i princess?"

you laugh, looking him in his eyes as you move your hand up and down on his crotch.  he snarls, moving his hand to your throat as he lightly squeezes

i don't know if i can physically take another round...but damn it'll be worth it

you hear your phone buzz, multiple alerts ringing through the room.  you groan, rolling over as you look on your phone, reading the alerts

erin....nina....chloe...

fuck my life

you frantically get up, collapsing on the ground beneath you.  you look for your clothes, needing to find the kids instantly, scared that you're going to lose your job.  it's been almost four hours since you've last seen them, not knowing what could have happened to them while you were having your own fun

you find your clothes, some clothes appearing to be crusty and others absolutely soaked

there's no way i can wear my clothes....but there's no fucking way i can walk out in public in clothing that feels like it's going to fall off of me

you break down, lost in your emotions as you realize that your job is at stake

what am i going to do?  how am i going to function without money?  i bought a house at so young, am i going to end up losing this house as well? 

Monty walks behind you, putting his hands around you, resting his chin on your head.  moving his mouth next to your ear

"it's okay sweetie, i can help you.  i'll be right back in five minutes."

you watch Monty exit the room, admiring his figure as he walks out the door. you flop down on the bed, thinking about your relationship you have formed on him

am i just Monty's sex toy....no....well...honestly i wouldn't mind that

no y/n...we're better than that...i think...

as you're lost in thought u don't notice Monty walk in. sprawled on the bed, your shirt starts to ride up your chest, exposing part of your breasts