Like Mother, Like Daughter [1/?]
anonymous
March 19 2011, 01:16:10 UTC
hurrrrrrrr. Hope OP likes C:
Victoria was too pretty for words. She currently sat at the kitchen table, long light hair twisted up in a loose bun at the top of her head as she frowned down at whatever work she was doing, long French-tipped fingernails tapping quickly against the wood. The woman was beautiful, quite ridiculously so (which was a trait all of Francis' girlfriends shared), and she was beautiful even in nothing but a long white t-shirt thin enough that, from where he stood, Francis could make out the graceful curve of her breasts and the small lift of her nipples pressing against the cotton.
His eyes trailed up to her full, plump pink lips as she spoke. "The bacon's burning," she commented dryly, acid green eyes flicking at him for a half second. "I think you might want to tend to the pan, rather than stare at my tits."
Francis laughed and stared pointedly at her breasts for another second before he turned back to the stove. "Bien sûr," grinned the man, picking the pan up and straining the scorching oil. "Is Alina awake?"
Shrugging, Victoria reached up and brushed a loose blond curl back behind her ear. "Probably. Go check, if you care."
Victoria wasn't very old - really just thirty five, thirty six in a few months - but she had an eighteen-year-old daughter by one of her boyfriends. And Alina - oh, dieu, she was just as enticing and lovely as her mother with short blond hair curling around her chin, straight bangs swept off her face and eyes bluer than the ocean Francis grew up by in Nice. Statuesque, too: whereas Victoria was small and slim with a dramatic hourglass figure, Alina was tall and solid, busty and curvaceous and oh so lovely in bikinis. Even though she wore glasses, only an idiot would ever say that she wasn't just as sexy as her mother, if not more.
With all that in mind, Francis did care to check up on his step-daughter of sorts. Alina liked him well enough, but Victoria would probably freak if she learned that whenever Francis walked in on Alina, the girl was either half naked, fully naked, or in a compromising position. ("I like the breeze," Alina had explained one day as Francis stood at her bedroom door with a thoughtful breakfast of fried eggs and tomatoes only to find her, totally undressed, and lying on the carpet with a sheet draped over her butt as she killed zombies on Xbox LIVE. Francis just thought that she was either an exhibitionist or trying to flirt with him.) As it was, he couldn't exactly tell his girlfriend of more than two years that he wanted to go see if Alina was awake because she was hot, so instead he set a plate of bacon and pancakes in front of Victoria and sat down across from her.
Literally five seconds after she'd finished eating (and thanked him rather grudgingly for the delicious breakfast), her phone started buzzing. She picked it up with a scowl that quickly melded into a curious frown as she read the new email. Francis watched as she glanced at the clock on the wall before swearing and jumping up. "God, that damn Russian - I'm sorry, Francis, he's got a luncheon and I can't miss it."
Francis clicked his tongue. "But it's Saturday. Aren't you off Saturdays?"
She nodded, looking thoroughly miserable as she hurried up the stairs. Francis sighed and cleaned up before turning on the television.
Like Mother, Like Daughter [2/?]
anonymous
March 19 2011, 01:17:54 UTC
Forty minutes later, Alina and Victoria came downstairs together. Victoria was dressed to the nines in high heels and a short-sleeved, slinky black dress, a black clutch in one hand; Alina, in a parka and pajama shorts, looked like she had literally just rolled out of bed. Both looked lovely, though, and Francis told them so.
Victoria sighed, brushing her bangs back out of her eyes and checking her clutch to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. "Well, I'm off. Ivan said he's picking me up." She leaned up and kissed Francis on the lips, pinching Alina's nose before striding out the door. A few moments later, Francis heard the telltale clacking of high heels against cement pavement and the smooth, velvety purring of whichever car Victoria's loaded boss had decided on that day as they drove off.
The kitchen was silent for a several seconds as Alina bustled around, gathering a bowl and milk as Francis turned off the TV. He noticed that, as she leaned over to get a bowl, she made a show of it, that gorgeous ass - whoa there, change that thought process. He looked away.
"Do you mind if I take this off?" she said suddenly, reaching up and pulling the parka off. The Superman tank top she wore strained against her breasts. "It's hotttt."
Francis arched a brow before smiling. "I should probably get going, in case you were doing anything today. No real point in me hanging around here." Alina turned and stared at him as he reached for his car keys, which sat on the kitchen counter.
"Mom's fucking her boss."
Francis froze. "Really."
Alina nodded and pulled herself onto the kitchen table, spreading her thighs just enough for Francis to see her red panties. She licked her spoon off, tongue tracing it lasciviously."You didn't notice?"
He shrugged. "I guess I'm not surprised."
She shifted, legs parting just a bit more.
"Why not?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, why're you not surprised."
He licked his lips, eyes focused between her thighs. "Victoria's beautiful, and that boss of hers isn't that bad either. Ivan, right?"
Alina scowled. "I don't like him at all. He's too Russian."
Then she dropped her spoon, and it landed right between her legs on the table. "Oops," she breathed, picked the spoon up by the handle and trailing it over her crotch as she lifted it. She let out a little moan, and Francis lurched for her.
and right, this is the possible filler from earlier. fem!UK and fem!USA don't look like their canon Nyotalia designs, hope you don't mind. ^^
and also, from here, this'll basically be nothing but porn, lol.
Re: Like Mother, Like Daughter [2/?]
anonymous
March 19 2011, 02:17:28 UTC
Not to sound antagonistic but that fem!America of yours sounds pretty Nyotalia unless your head canon fem!USA is my head canon fem!USA and I'm just a little delusional.
This is deliciously naughty. I love it. just. siajgoiajt. And is it just me or does that whole naked and playing xBox live thing so very America? I just. It fits. And France? Perfect. I just laugh at how nonchalant he is about his girlfriend cheating on him because now he has the excuse to screw her daughter. Everyone wins!
Also, love the choice of fem!names. I personally dislike Amelia, Ally (for US) and Alice (for UK) so the change of names is very refreshing.
Re: Like Mother, Like Daughter [2/?]
anonymous
March 19 2011, 02:21:30 UTC
Hnnnnng anon yes :D ! I am not a fan of the official fem versions of US and UK so I loooove how you have them here (ameriko with glasses! Igiko without pigtails!) And I really, really can't wait for the smut. Keep it up anon!
Like Mother, Like Daughter [3/?]
anonymous
March 19 2011, 19:32:19 UTC
thanks for all the encouragement, haha. here, have the first bit of straight smut I've ever written Cx /usually writes slash jsyk, I use "pussy" and "cunt" and other casual terms here. and also, I think I'll expand this into a full story...god knows I need practice writing straight smut, hurr. tell me how it is, please? ^^
Alina giggled and wrapped her legs around Francis' waist, bringing her hands up and twisting them into his hair as they kissed passionately enough to put porn stars to shame. Her mouth tasted like bubblegum and coffee, which wasn't as bad a combination as Francis would've originally thought. She pressed her tongue against his, sliding wetly over it, and ground their hips together before Francis gripped her shoulders and pushed her back against the table, hovering over her and not breaking the kiss. When he finally did, Alina was red from breathlessness, with an endearing expression of delight on her face. He kissed her again lightly on the lips before licking down her jaw and throat, stopping at the V-neck of her tank top and massaging her large breasts through the shirt.
"Ah," she gasped, arching up as he pressed his mouth over her, the material between his tongue and her skin dampening quickly. "Oh, god, just like that!" Quickly pulling her shirt off, Francis latched back onto her breasts, squeezing one and licking and sucking the pert pink nipple on the other before switching off. He set his free hand on the inside of her thigh, lightly tracing over her wet panties.
"Oh, my," he smirked, rubbing her clit through the cloth with his thumb. "You're so wet already?"
"W-what can I say? You've got a talented mouth!" she managed to groan, shuddering against him. He dragged his tongue down to her belly button piercing, playing with the small silver ring for a few seconds as he slipped the tip of one finger into her soaked entrance. "Oh, oh!" She choked on her cry as he pulled her shorts off, throwing them somewhere behind him, and licked a long line up her still-covered pussy.
Still smirking, Francis glanced at her as she writhed, squirming in an attempt to get more; finally, he pulled her panties out of the way with one hand and sucked her clit into his mouth, wondering how on earth she tasted so sweet. She moaned again, spreading her thighs as far apart as possible as he pushed another finger in, thrusting and scissoring them lazily as he lapped at her. When he looked up again, Alina was massaging her breasts, squeezing them together and licking at the nipples as she panted. He pulled his fingers out and brought them to her lips, and she sucked them into her mouth, licking them clean and groaning at the taste. "Mmm, more," she pleaded, and he grinned, lowering his head and pushing his tongue inside her, rubbing her clit with his fingers. Alina shuddered again. "O-or that! That's real good too!"
Within a few minutes, she came, breathing heavily and bouncing on the table. Francis pulled away and Alina, exhibiting that amazing strength of hers, pulled him in for another kiss, licking her juices off his lips and exploring his mouth for more. "Stingy!" she accused when he beat her to it. Either way, she kissed him again, unbuttoning his shirt and setting it on the table. She slid to the ground, legs a little wobbly, and kneeled in front of him, nuzzling his totally obvious boner through the black slacks he wore.
Alina had talented hands, he decided a few seconds later as she unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out of his pants, tracing her short blue nails over the vein and rubbing the tip gently. Then she leaned forward and licked at him, slipping her tongue into the slit at the top and running it up and down as she slowly jerked the base, and he figured that she must do this a lot.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked as she pulled away with a wet pop.
The girl frowned. "Well, yes. Of course. But Kiku's too tame," she lamented, shaking her head. "We've only fucked like three times."
Like Mother, Like Daughter [4/?]
anonymous
March 19 2011, 19:48:17 UTC
Oh. Francis winced. Well, that sucked. He was going to reply, but then she took him into her mouth, licking at him while she bobbed her head, and apparently Victoria's amazing blowjob skills (and lack of a gag reflex) had passed down to Alina. Francis groaned and reached down, brushing Alina's short hair off her face so he could see her expression better. She grinned and straightened up, lifting her breasts and squeezing them around his dick; they were so big that she couldn't deepthroat him any more, settling instead for licking the tip with short, quick darts of her tongue as she moved her tits up and down.
"C'est bon," he commented, though he moved away a few minutes later. "I'll come all over your face if you don't stop, and I think you want me to fuck you in place of your boyfriend, oui?"
Alina grinned and stood, bending over with her ass in the air and her hands gripping the table. Francis gave her barely a second to position herself before pushing inside her, groaning at the tight heat around him and smirking at Alina's wail of pleasure as he moved, fucking her slowly and deeply. "Dammit, Francis!" she complained after a few seconds. "Harder, harder!" He complied, and snapped his hips quickly enough to move the table a bit. Gripping her hips might leave marks that Victoria would see, so instead he leaned over her and grabbed her swinging breasts, kissing her back and shoulderbones as he played with her nipples. Alina brought one hand between her legs and rubbed herself, bucking into her hand and gasping. They went on like this for a while, until Alina cried out again and tightened around him, trembling as she neared orgasm and panting as her knees gave out. Francis flipped her over, wrapping her thighs around his hips, and fucked her harder still until she screamed. "Oh, GOD!"
Francis swore under his breath. "I'm gonna -"
"Come on my face, Francis, all over my face!" Alina gasped, and Francis pulled out, shimmying up and jerking himself over her face. White dripped out of his cock and into her eagerly waiting mouth, and she grinned, licking it off her lips with a giggle.
Francis stood, and extended a hand to help Alina up. She clung to him for a few seconds, gripping his shoulders as her breathing evened out. "That was great," said Alina with a smile, kissing him again. "Although...eww, I'm all sweaty. Wanna shower with me?" She pressed her tits against his bare chest.
Shaking his head, Francis motioned to the kitchen. "I'll clean up. Don't have too much fun without me, you hear?" He smacked her ass as she bent over to pick up her clothes.
Alina grinned, and bounded up the stairs. Francis licked his lips and cleaned up as quickly as possible, because something told him that Alina would be up for another round in the shower.
(And oh, she was. When he walked into the bathroom, she was masturbating with three fingers inside herself and the shower head on high pulse and focused on her clit. Alina was such a treat, he thought as she sucked him.)
Victoria arrived home much later, at around eleven or twelve. She'd tied her silky blond hair into a side ponytail draped over her shoulders; her makeup was a bit smudged, and she smelled of expensive cologne and vodka. Francis pretended not to notice her kiss-swollen lips and the hickeys just barely hidden by her dress and ponytail, although Alina, sitting next to him on the sofa with a bowl of ice cream in her hands, shot him a told-you-so look.
He shrugged, and as soon as he heard the shower turn on upstairs, he said that if Victoria ran off with her boss, Alina could come stay with him whenever she wanted to. She grinned and kissed him.
Re: Like Mother, Like Daughter [4/?]
anonymous
March 19 2011, 23:40:29 UTC
Well, that was...um...hot. Dammit authornon you owe me new panties So, yeah, uh, I kinda need more of this. The way I need air. And other such necessary things. Please?:D
In other words, you've done a fantastic job!^^ crappy comment is crappy orz
Victoria was too pretty for words. She currently sat at the kitchen table, long light hair twisted up in a loose bun at the top of her head as she frowned down at whatever work she was doing, long French-tipped fingernails tapping quickly against the wood. The woman was beautiful, quite ridiculously so (which was a trait all of Francis' girlfriends shared), and she was beautiful even in nothing but a long white t-shirt thin enough that, from where he stood, Francis could make out the graceful curve of her breasts and the small lift of her nipples pressing against the cotton.
His eyes trailed up to her full, plump pink lips as she spoke. "The bacon's burning," she commented dryly, acid green eyes flicking at him for a half second. "I think you might want to tend to the pan, rather than stare at my tits."
Francis laughed and stared pointedly at her breasts for another second before he turned back to the stove. "Bien sûr," grinned the man, picking the pan up and straining the scorching oil. "Is Alina awake?"
Shrugging, Victoria reached up and brushed a loose blond curl back behind her ear. "Probably. Go check, if you care."
Victoria wasn't very old - really just thirty five, thirty six in a few months - but she had an eighteen-year-old daughter by one of her boyfriends. And Alina - oh, dieu, she was just as enticing and lovely as her mother with short blond hair curling around her chin, straight bangs swept off her face and eyes bluer than the ocean Francis grew up by in Nice. Statuesque, too: whereas Victoria was small and slim with a dramatic hourglass figure, Alina was tall and solid, busty and curvaceous and oh so lovely in bikinis. Even though she wore glasses, only an idiot would ever say that she wasn't just as sexy as her mother, if not more.
With all that in mind, Francis did care to check up on his step-daughter of sorts. Alina liked him well enough, but Victoria would probably freak if she learned that whenever Francis walked in on Alina, the girl was either half naked, fully naked, or in a compromising position. ("I like the breeze," Alina had explained one day as Francis stood at her bedroom door with a thoughtful breakfast of fried eggs and tomatoes only to find her, totally undressed, and lying on the carpet with a sheet draped over her butt as she killed zombies on Xbox LIVE. Francis just thought that she was either an exhibitionist or trying to flirt with him.) As it was, he couldn't exactly tell his girlfriend of more than two years that he wanted to go see if Alina was awake because she was hot, so instead he set a plate of bacon and pancakes in front of Victoria and sat down across from her.
Literally five seconds after she'd finished eating (and thanked him rather grudgingly for the delicious breakfast), her phone started buzzing. She picked it up with a scowl that quickly melded into a curious frown as she read the new email. Francis watched as she glanced at the clock on the wall before swearing and jumping up. "God, that damn Russian - I'm sorry, Francis, he's got a luncheon and I can't miss it."
Francis clicked his tongue. "But it's Saturday. Aren't you off Saturdays?"
She nodded, looking thoroughly miserable as she hurried up the stairs. Francis sighed and cleaned up before turning on the television.
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Victoria sighed, brushing her bangs back out of her eyes and checking her clutch to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. "Well, I'm off. Ivan said he's picking me up." She leaned up and kissed Francis on the lips, pinching Alina's nose before striding out the door. A few moments later, Francis heard the telltale clacking of high heels against cement pavement and the smooth, velvety purring of whichever car Victoria's loaded boss had decided on that day as they drove off.
The kitchen was silent for a several seconds as Alina bustled around, gathering a bowl and milk as Francis turned off the TV. He noticed that, as she leaned over to get a bowl, she made a show of it, that gorgeous ass - whoa there, change that thought process. He looked away.
"Do you mind if I take this off?" she said suddenly, reaching up and pulling the parka off. The Superman tank top she wore strained against her breasts. "It's hotttt."
Francis arched a brow before smiling. "I should probably get going, in case you were doing anything today. No real point in me hanging around here." Alina turned and stared at him as he reached for his car keys, which sat on the kitchen counter.
"Mom's fucking her boss."
Francis froze. "Really."
Alina nodded and pulled herself onto the kitchen table, spreading her thighs just enough for Francis to see her red panties. She licked her spoon off, tongue tracing it lasciviously."You didn't notice?"
He shrugged. "I guess I'm not surprised."
She shifted, legs parting just a bit more.
"Why not?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, why're you not surprised."
He licked his lips, eyes focused between her thighs. "Victoria's beautiful, and that boss of hers isn't that bad either. Ivan, right?"
Alina scowled. "I don't like him at all. He's too Russian."
Then she dropped her spoon, and it landed right between her legs on the table. "Oops," she breathed, picked the spoon up by the handle and trailing it over her crotch as she lifted it. She let out a little moan, and Francis lurched for her.
and right, this is the possible filler from earlier. fem!UK and fem!USA don't look like their canon Nyotalia designs, hope you don't mind. ^^
and also, from here, this'll basically be nothing but porn, lol.
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This is deliciously naughty. I love it. just. siajgoiajt. And is it just me or does that whole naked and playing xBox live thing so very America? I just. It fits.
And France? Perfect. I just laugh at how nonchalant he is about his girlfriend cheating on him because now he has the excuse to screw her daughter. Everyone wins!
Also, love the choice of fem!names. I personally dislike Amelia, Ally (for US) and Alice (for UK) so the change of names is very refreshing.
Update sooooon~
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I am not a fan of the official fem versions of US and UK so I loooove how you have them here (ameriko with glasses! Igiko without pigtails!) And I really, really can't wait for the smut. Keep it up anon!
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I love the idea of America being so intentionally devious and seductive.
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This is so naughty, just how I wanted it! And Francis' dull suprise is awesome. XD
Continue please!!
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jsyk, I use "pussy" and "cunt" and other casual terms here. and also, I think I'll expand this into a full story...god knows I need practice writing straight smut, hurr. tell me how it is, please? ^^
Alina giggled and wrapped her legs around Francis' waist, bringing her hands up and twisting them into his hair as they kissed passionately enough to put porn stars to shame. Her mouth tasted like bubblegum and coffee, which wasn't as bad a combination as Francis would've originally thought. She pressed her tongue against his, sliding wetly over it, and ground their hips together before Francis gripped her shoulders and pushed her back against the table, hovering over her and not breaking the kiss. When he finally did, Alina was red from breathlessness, with an endearing expression of delight on her face. He kissed her again lightly on the lips before licking down her jaw and throat, stopping at the V-neck of her tank top and massaging her large breasts through the shirt.
"Ah," she gasped, arching up as he pressed his mouth over her, the material between his tongue and her skin dampening quickly. "Oh, god, just like that!" Quickly pulling her shirt off, Francis latched back onto her breasts, squeezing one and licking and sucking the pert pink nipple on the other before switching off. He set his free hand on the inside of her thigh, lightly tracing over her wet panties.
"Oh, my," he smirked, rubbing her clit through the cloth with his thumb. "You're so wet already?"
"W-what can I say? You've got a talented mouth!" she managed to groan, shuddering against him. He dragged his tongue down to her belly button piercing, playing with the small silver ring for a few seconds as he slipped the tip of one finger into her soaked entrance. "Oh, oh!" She choked on her cry as he pulled her shorts off, throwing them somewhere behind him, and licked a long line up her still-covered pussy.
Still smirking, Francis glanced at her as she writhed, squirming in an attempt to get more; finally, he pulled her panties out of the way with one hand and sucked her clit into his mouth, wondering how on earth she tasted so sweet. She moaned again, spreading her thighs as far apart as possible as he pushed another finger in, thrusting and scissoring them lazily as he lapped at her. When he looked up again, Alina was massaging her breasts, squeezing them together and licking at the nipples as she panted. He pulled his fingers out and brought them to her lips, and she sucked them into her mouth, licking them clean and groaning at the taste. "Mmm, more," she pleaded, and he grinned, lowering his head and pushing his tongue inside her, rubbing her clit with his fingers. Alina shuddered again. "O-or that! That's real good too!"
Within a few minutes, she came, breathing heavily and bouncing on the table. Francis pulled away and Alina, exhibiting that amazing strength of hers, pulled him in for another kiss, licking her juices off his lips and exploring his mouth for more. "Stingy!" she accused when he beat her to it. Either way, she kissed him again, unbuttoning his shirt and setting it on the table. She slid to the ground, legs a little wobbly, and kneeled in front of him, nuzzling his totally obvious boner through the black slacks he wore.
Alina had talented hands, he decided a few seconds later as she unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out of his pants, tracing her short blue nails over the vein and rubbing the tip gently. Then she leaned forward and licked at him, slipping her tongue into the slit at the top and running it up and down as she slowly jerked the base, and he figured that she must do this a lot.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked as she pulled away with a wet pop.
The girl frowned. "Well, yes. Of course. But Kiku's too tame," she lamented, shaking her head. "We've only fucked like three times."
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Oh. Francis winced. Well, that sucked. He was going to reply, but then she took him into her mouth, licking at him while she bobbed her head, and apparently Victoria's amazing blowjob skills (and lack of a gag reflex) had passed down to Alina. Francis groaned and reached down, brushing Alina's short hair off her face so he could see her expression better. She grinned and straightened up, lifting her breasts and squeezing them around his dick; they were so big that she couldn't deepthroat him any more, settling instead for licking the tip with short, quick darts of her tongue as she moved her tits up and down.
"C'est bon," he commented, though he moved away a few minutes later. "I'll come all over your face if you don't stop, and I think you want me to fuck you in place of your boyfriend, oui?"
Alina grinned and stood, bending over with her ass in the air and her hands gripping the table. Francis gave her barely a second to position herself before pushing inside her, groaning at the tight heat around him and smirking at Alina's wail of pleasure as he moved, fucking her slowly and deeply. "Dammit, Francis!" she complained after a few seconds. "Harder, harder!" He complied, and snapped his hips quickly enough to move the table a bit. Gripping her hips might leave marks that Victoria would see, so instead he leaned over her and grabbed her swinging breasts, kissing her back and shoulderbones as he played with her nipples. Alina brought one hand between her legs and rubbed herself, bucking into her hand and gasping. They went on like this for a while, until Alina cried out again and tightened around him, trembling as she neared orgasm and panting as her knees gave out. Francis flipped her over, wrapping her thighs around his hips, and fucked her harder still until she screamed. "Oh, GOD!"
Francis swore under his breath. "I'm gonna -"
"Come on my face, Francis, all over my face!" Alina gasped, and Francis pulled out, shimmying up and jerking himself over her face. White dripped out of his cock and into her eagerly waiting mouth, and she grinned, licking it off her lips with a giggle.
Francis stood, and extended a hand to help Alina up. She clung to him for a few seconds, gripping his shoulders as her breathing evened out. "That was great," said Alina with a smile, kissing him again. "Although...eww, I'm all sweaty. Wanna shower with me?" She pressed her tits against his bare chest.
Shaking his head, Francis motioned to the kitchen. "I'll clean up. Don't have too much fun without me, you hear?" He smacked her ass as she bent over to pick up her clothes.
Alina grinned, and bounded up the stairs. Francis licked his lips and cleaned up as quickly as possible, because something told him that Alina would be up for another round in the shower.
(And oh, she was. When he walked into the bathroom, she was masturbating with three fingers inside herself and the shower head on high pulse and focused on her clit. Alina was such a treat, he thought as she sucked him.)
Victoria arrived home much later, at around eleven or twelve. She'd tied her silky blond hair into a side ponytail draped over her shoulders; her makeup was a bit smudged, and she smelled of expensive cologne and vodka. Francis pretended not to notice her kiss-swollen lips and the hickeys just barely hidden by her dress and ponytail, although Alina, sitting next to him on the sofa with a bowl of ice cream in her hands, shot him a told-you-so look.
He shrugged, and as soon as he heard the shower turn on upstairs, he said that if Victoria ran off with her boss, Alina could come stay with him whenever she wanted to. She grinned and kissed him.
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In other words, you've done a fantastic job!^^ crappy comment is crappy orz
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