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> Your name is Anonymous, and you have some house guests
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> You don't mind, even though they've been staying for
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> A while?
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> You can't quite remember
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> You open the trunk, and grab the grocery bags
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> Need ground beef
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> Cheese
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> You know that very firmly
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> Your first priority is getting these to the kitchen
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> You walk in a fugue state, not really paying attention to where you are going
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> Your vision clears, and you see Aria dumping the meat you bought onto a skillet
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> Sonata is hard at work grating the cheese
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> Wait
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"Tacos again? Can't you guys-"
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> Sonata glares at you and starts humming
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> Aria rolls her eyes, but her voice fills your ears with a smoky seduction
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("You like tacos, like this idiot likes tacos~, chop up some lettuce~, so it goes~.")
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> You know, there is nothing better than tacos
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> Every night
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> You feel you should help out somehow
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"I think I'll chop up some lettuce."
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> Sonata beams at you
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> "Good boy!"
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> Dinner passes by in a bit of a haze
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> You know, yes, definitely, that it was delicious
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> You feel
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> Grateful, yes, that they made dinner for you
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> So you clean up, boxing up the leftovers for Sonata's breakfast
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> You put away the dishes
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> It's been a long day
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(Go to sleep little babe)
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> Time for bed
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(Go to sleep little babe)
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> You find your house guests on your bed
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(Your momma's gone away and your daddy's gonna stay, didn't leave nobody but the baby)
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> Adagio beckons towards you
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(Go to sleep little babe)
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> Her lap seems so inviting
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> You take off your shirt
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(Go to sleep little babe)
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> You crawl across Sonata, resting your head in Adagio's lap
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(Everybody's gone in the cotton and the corn, didn't leave nobody but the baby)
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> She smiles down at you as Sonata does something with your pants
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(You're a sweet little babe)
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> She lifts her shirt, exposing her breasts
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(You're a sweet little babe)
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> Your pants are tugged off
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(Honey in the rock and the sugar don't stop, gonna bring a bottle to the baby)
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> Adagio cradles your head to her bosom
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(Don't you weep pretty babe)
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> You suckle at her teat, so warm and conforting
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(Don't you weep pretty babe)
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> Her hand rubs your stomach in slow circles
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(She's long gone with her red shoes on, gonna need another loving babe)
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> Your mouth is filled with a wonderful, creamy, citrus flavor
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(Go to sleep little babe)
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> Orange creamsicle momma
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(Go to sleep little babe)
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> Her hand dips into your boxers
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(You and me and the devil makes three, don't need no other lovin' babe)
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> She grasp your erection, and strokes it slowly
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(Go to sleep little babe)
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> You suckle more fervently at her teat
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(Go to sleep little babe)
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> She arches her back, pressing your head firmly against her bosom
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> Her strokes come faster, her hand jittery with pleasure
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(Come lay your bones on the alabaster stones)
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> All you can see, all you can smell, all you can taste is your momma
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> A pressure builds, coaxed along by a motherly hand
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(And be my everlovin' baby)
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> Your mind blanks out as you thrust against her hand
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> You feel your cum splatter against your bare chest
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> She pumps you a few more times, cum spurting and dribbling onto her fingers
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> Adagio lifts your head from her teat and kisses you sweetly
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> "Go to sleep, my sweet babe."
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> A wave of drowsiness flows through you
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> You can feel Sonata's tongue gently lapping at the cum on your chest
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> The last thing you see before you fall asleep is Adagio, licking her fingers with a satisfied smile
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> You made momma happy
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> Now you can sleep
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