"hey colby!? wheres the whi- colby! i told you not to lick the whisk!", you snatched the whisk out of colbys hand and playfully hit his chest.
colby walked up close to you and grabbed your waist putting his lips right by your ear.
"babygirl, its either you or the whisk.", he said in a very low tone smirking.
then walking away.
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colby brock imagines
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