golden hour

"Do you want something to eat?" Bea asked while walking into the kitchen.
"I think I do,"
She started to look through the pantry, "We have Nutella and waffkes, or I can make you some cereal, but Marcel doesn't get here until around six"
Carson stood behind her and ran his hand up her thigh, "I take it that your mom doesn't know your fucking your, well, babysitter essentially?"
Bea slowly turned around, "No more than she knows I'm fucking you"
"Why don't we have a little fun before Marcellus comes to use you for his own pleasure?" Carson whispered, his lips brushing Bea's ear and hand climbing higher under her sundress
"I'd like that."

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I'm going to be completely honest, I just wanted a reason to write smut about a character in an open relationship that is lowkey a whore, because why not