Sawtooth Spire It was the 14th of October, had that T-shirt off your shoulder

since this is old and we're both y'know. just gonna phone it in and archive lol

no, she could not not be disgusting for one day. thirty minutes was asking too much, for that matter. there was always something to be cleaned, and at this moment, it was her, and phaedra wanted NOUGHT to do with it. she belled giggles, peddling and thrashing against wylla's muzzle as the mother just tried to bathe her child for all that was good and holy. it wasn't her fault that she didn't have any spatial awareness and one kick just happened to clock her square in the snuffer.
that guilty foot was seized gently between teeth and wylla practically sucked on it like a popsicle in order to clean it (to prevent further stem-post defacement, ofc).
this deactivates the phaedra. she wasn't sure how she felt about this sensation which effectively lulled her. 
quentin tarantino, is that you?
after her gams had been washed, wylla marinated the rest of her daughter in her saliva, removing all the dirt and body waste. 
well, when she licked her behind, phaedra couldn't help but piddle a little bit. isn't nature beautiful? the unruly child had tired herself out by kicking and resisting bathtime and by the end of it, she was far off in dreamland sandwiched between her mothers legs.