“I just don’t want you to lose this opportunity, girl, that's all… the house did get a lot of interest today… I'll tell you what, Shirley, you sleep on it, and call me first thing in the morning, alright?... don't worry… yes… I’ll make it work for you… ok, talk to you soon, darling.”
Marla released the phone from being wedged between her ear and shoulder and hung up the call. She tossed her car keys into the basket by the front door. The afternoon light shone on her through the open house door.
“Ughhhhhhh!!!!!!” Marla's sing-song voice was gone and immediately replaced by an annoyed, heavy grunt.
She closed the door with her heel, her heavy handbag resting on one forearm, while the other hand was holding her half full double pumpkin spice latte from the local Cafe. She carefully hung her bag and lifted her sunglasses to rest them higher on her head.
Walking into the kitchen, Marla placed the XL-latte cup on the counter, knowing she'll probably just pour the rest of it down the drain. She was too full anyway.
The calendar on the fridge door caught her eyes. “How many times have I told him - when the month is over, just flip it over. It even rhymes…” she muttered to herself as she sighed heavily and turned the page upwards from April to May.
Suddenly, an ‘X’ near the end of May caught her eye. It was something Clark marked, she was sure of that because she didn't touch the calendar. Under the ‘X’ one word was written with a pen - ‘Anniversary’.
Marla paused. She looked down at the golden ring on her finger and swirled it back and forth nervously. A frightened chill coursed down her spine. The housing market in Elburn and the surrounding area was flooded with realtors and scarce in buyers. If Clark left, she’ll have to manage her own budget, for god’s sake!
Deep down she knew that when she was buying too much online - Clark would cut back on his own purchases so that they could make ends meet by the end of the month. The thought of not getting a package of whatever she bought online at her doorstep every couple of days mortified her.
Plus, just the thought of having to take care of the kids all by herself, even for half the time, sent another chill down her back. Without Clark, there would be no buffer. No one to get the kids ready on mornings she ran late or just didn’t feel like pulling her weight. No one to take care of them in the evenings when she just wanted to relax and watch her TV shows. No one to handle those annoying emotional talks when her kids are upset about some nonsense and need support. She’ll have to actually take out her own trash!!
The more she thought about it - the more rattled and scared she got. Marla looked at the sheets on the couch. ‘I think he's learned his lesson by now’, she told herself.
*
Clark reached his dark driveway. He was tired, but had this weird sense of excitement he hadn't felt in a long time. Like that excitement was bottled up inside him and had nowhere to go.
He reached for his keys when…
-PING-
Clark stopped walking. His excitement grew as he reached for his phone. It was Lina! The butterflies returned immediately. He opened the message.
Lina: ‘The meeting with the SPED Coordinator was very good! I'm starting 1-on-1 sessions with my kids this week. 🌸’
Clark kept standing in the middle of his driveway.
Clark: ‘That’s great. Good luck! Let me know if you need any help from my side.’
He was about to put his phone back when another PING stopped him. He looked again:
Lina: ‘I will, thank you, Clark. And thanks again for today's talk. You have no idea how much better I feel now thanks of you 🙏🤗🌹’
Clark's heart pounded, and his dick hardened once again. ‘Damnit!’
Clark: ‘No problem. Happy to help 🙂’. He pondered whether to insert that smiling emoji before deciding it was fine. Lina seems to feel comfortable using them freely.
Before he put his phone back in his pocket, he paused again. He bit the inner part of his cheek lightly, before silencing the message's sound. It’d just be too much to explain, and Marla's gonna start asking questions, and misinterpret his texting with Lina and get even madder and he just couldn't handle it all right now.
Clark cracked his neck left and right, then unlocked the door and entered the house.
“Hey, I'm home”, he called out hesitantly.
“Hi Clark”, Marla said from the living room. She… didn't sound mad. She responded. That was new already.
Clark slowly locked the door behind him and entered the house. He took a couple careful steps into the house and looked at the living room.
“What's uh… what's going on…?” He asked, cautiously.
“Huh? What do you mean?” Marla asked. She was sitting on the couch. The TV was on but she was looking at Clark. This wouldn't have seemed odd, if not for the fact that she hadn't said hi to him and hadn't looked him in the eyes for almost a week. She didn't seem happy right now, but also not mad either. Just… neutral. Regular. As if nothing had happened.
But above all, it was what was lacking on the couch.
“Where… are my bed sheets?” Clark asked suspiciously.
“Oh those? I put them back in our bed. You didn't expect to actually sleep here forever on the couch, did you?” She asked casually, as if that was unreasonable of him to even ask that.
It was weird. So very weird. Clark should’ve felt relieved. Off the hook at last. Instead, it felt wrong. Unfair. Like he had no say in anything. Like he was supposed to just be grateful that Marla had decided the fight was over. What about what he’d said? What about how he felt? Had it all just… evaporated?
It had been the worst period of his life. He’d slept on the couch every night for almost a week, endured Marla’s silent treatment, broken only by sharp, vicious jabs. She knew exactly where it hurt him. One morning, when he forgot to sign a school form and fixed it an hour later, she muttered that “a good father would’ve remembered.” Another time, because he packed Benji the wrong lunch, she called him careless and unreliable.
He was already barely holding it together, and she knew it. She used the smallest mistakes to humiliate him, to remind him of his failures, while he still got up, made breakfasts, drove carpools, and acted like everything was normal. Now, after all those excruciating days, it felt like something inside him had cracked. And suddenly Marla decided it was enough. As if he wasn't completely traumatized by her treatment.
“O… kay…”, he said slowly. ‘What the hell is going on…?’
“Benji's doing homework, Emily's taking a shower right now. Dinner's in the fridge. Just heat it up in the microwave”, Marla said. A second later she put on a little smile on her face. It was brief, but it was there. Clark couldn't smile back.
“Um… yeah, ssssure. Thanks…”, Clark said. ‘Seriously… what in the actual FUCK is going on??’
He put his suitcase down and went back to the kitchen while Marla unpaused her show. He was pretty hungry.
Clark took out the plate waiting for him. It was a simple omelette with store bought hash browns on the side. Not the most luxurious dinner he's had in his life, but he appreciated the gesture nonetheless.
“Uh… thanks… Marla”, he called out from the kitchen. It was too weird to call her ”Honey” or some other nickname.
“Sure”, she said.
Clark put the plate in the microwave when Marla called him again. “Hey, Clark?”
“Yeah?”
“I was thinking…” she said casually. ‘Here we go… how much would your “thinking” cost?’, Clark dreaded. Marla continued. “Our anniversary's coming up”, she said and left it at that. Clark took a moment to answer.
“Yep”, he said briefly.
“Do you… wanna do something?”, she asked, looking at the TV, but glancing every now and then at him to gauge his reaction.
‘So that's what this is all about… there's always something she's planning’, Clark thought. He set his plate at the kitchen counter, his back facing her.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhh…. Yeah. Maybe. I don't know. I guess. Haven't really thought about it yet. You know, work and all that…”, he said a lot of words that basically said nothing.
“Ok…”, Marla called back neutrally. “Well… think about it, ok?” She said.
“Ok”, he said.
At least she wasn't mad he didn't think about it yet. The truth was - he actually did think about their anniversary a lot. He just didn’t know what to do about it. Clark dug into his food and started processing it all.
‘So is this her way of making sure we don't get to the anniversary date while fighting? So - what… she just puts an artificial bandage on a problem and thinks this will make it all go away?’
A part of him wanted to be angry at Marla for her cheap manipulation. Another part of him just wanted to take this ceasefire deal with both hands and cling onto it while he still could.
Clark glanced back at Marla and saw her glued to the screen. He felt cheap to agree to go along with this. Damn it, he'd raised some legitimate, real issues with Marla about what he was feeling. And she hadn't addressed them at all. Was it really just her waiting to forgive him? What if he was still mad at her for her continued neglect, lack of affection, empathy, warmth… or sex, god forbid?
But then again, maybe she did want to make things right, and this was the first step to do that? Arrrrrrg!!! He was mad at himself for always thinking about her as well. Heck… sometimes he just wanted to be a little selfish. It's so much easier to do what Marla does, and just… be angry until the other side comes to her to apologize. But no, he always thought of the sake of their marriage. He was always the bigger person, coming to her, even when she hurt him like hell. Just so the marriage wouldn't fall apart.
Clark finished his ‘nourishing’ dinner quickly.
“Alright, I'm gonna go say hi to the kids then take a shower”, he said.
“Ok, honey”, Marla called back from the couch. Clark shivered. Any other time he'd love for her to call him that, yet right now - it just felt off.
*
Clark was standing in the bathroom, shirtless, after having conversed with his kids for a bit. He took out his phone so he could remove his pants when suddenly a pending message caught his eye on his phone screen.
Curious, he opened the message and his heart palpitated.
Lina: ‘Because you helped me so much, maybe I can now help you chew without spitting your food… 😉😁’
An automatic smile spread on his face. A smile that signaled Clark was ready for war.
Clark: ‘Ohhh ok. I see, so that's how you wanna play it… you know I can always call Mr. Sheffield and tell him you wanted to give him private Spanish lessons. I'm sure he'd love that 😎’
Clark was anxiously looking at the 3 dots that signaled she was writing.
Lina: ‘No no please! Anything but Mr. Sheffield 🤭🤭🤭’
Clark suddenly recalled how Lina covered her mouth like that when she said something she thought might be too risque. Like today at the staff lounge when she said ‘ass’. It was the cutest thing ever.
Clark kept standing half naked for several more minutes as they texted back and forth. Time passed without him noticing, it was just so much fun.
Lina: ‘By the way, I wanted to ask - was my suit too much today?’
Clark paused and took a deep breath. He thought of how her huge, perfect, juicy ass stretched her pants. How her boobs burst forth and made her buttons creak in protest of the immense load they had to carry. How her cleavage bulged every time she pushed into the table. How she was standing with her bust reaching mere inches from his head and how he so longed to bury his face as deep into its pliant surface as he could.
Clark: ‘I don't think so… why do you ask?’
Lina: ‘I just felt everyone staring at me. Maybe I'm overthinking it…’
‘That wasn't the suit they were staring at…’, Clark thought.
Clark: ‘That’s just the General Education teachers being nosy. The new teachers always get more stares at first. But there's no certain dress code. You can wear whatever you feel comfortable with, Lina’
Lina: ‘Whatever I want? 🤭’
Clark gulped. Where was she going with this?
Clark: ‘I mean, we do dress more casually on Fridays I guess, don't know if Mr. Sheffield told you that’
Lina: ‘Yes, he did. Somehow he managed to make even that sound creepy 🤭”
Clark: ‘Oh my god… I’m sorry. Hope he didn’t make you feel uncomfortable’
Lina: ‘No no, it was harmless. But what does Casual Friday mean, exactly? If it's always informal in school, is it not the same as any other day, then?’
Clark: ‘Honestly? It kinda is, lol 😅. We're not exactly a high end law firm’
Clark: ‘But I mean… it’s more casual than usual. The students don’t wear a school uniform, and teachers can come with silly shirts or more casual wear. Some female teachers choose to wear tank tops or casual dresses. Basically, whatever you want. It just has to be appropriate’
Lina: ‘Oh, ok…”
There was a pause.
Lina: ‘Do you think my suit today wasn’t appropriate?’
Shit. Clark just thought of those buttons on her shirt that were a hair away from popping. That cleavage. That fucking juicy ass overflowing her chair. But above all - those MASSIVE tits. He took a deep breath.
Clark: ‘No! You looked great today!’
Shit!!!
Clark: ‘I mean - the suit looked very good on your body’
SHIT!!!!!!!!!!! He could have literally written anything he wanted, erase it and take as much time as he needed to write something perfect, and that’s the best he came up with???
Clark: ‘Damn… that didn’t come out right, sorry. I meant - your suit was appropriate. So… don’t worry. You’re good. Like, with your clothing… appropriateness’
‘What. The actual. Fuck, man?’ Clark thought to himself. He waited anxiously for Lina to respond. She definitely read those messages according to his phone. He thought of writing another message to clarify himself even better, but at this point Clark stopped trusting himself, fearing he’d dig an even bigger hole for himself. Every additional, excruciating second that Lina didn't write back stretched forever.
After too many deadly-quiet minutes, he suddenly saw Lina was finally typing something. Is he gonna get a call from the principal for sexual harassment?
Lina: ‘What are you going to wear, then?’
‘Ok, that's… not the response I thought I'd get ‘, Clark thought.
Clark: ‘I think just a T-shirt and shorts probably’
There was another pause before Lina wrote again:
Lina: ‘Ok. I'll wear something fun on Friday, then 😉’
Clark gulped. He felt a shiver go down his spine. A pleasant shiver.
Clark: ‘Fun is good 😅’
Lina: ‘I’m gonna go to bed soon. I had a wonderful time talking to you today. Good night, Clark ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️’
Something about getting so many ‘smiling shyly’ emojis from Lina sent blood rushing straight to his dick.
Clark: ‘Me too. Good night, Lina 🙂’
Clark put down his phone and realized 3 things:
It was a little past 9 PM, so he’s been texting with Lina for over 30 minutes.
He was blushing and smiling stupidly to himself.
His dick was throbbing in his pants right now.
He took a deep breath and went to take a cold shower.
***
Lina was nervously pacing back and forth in her room, her half-dried, full hair swaying enticingly behind her after that hot, steamy shower she just took. Today her shower took longer than usual, as extremely pleasant thoughts kept rushing back to her from today's lunch with Clark. She kept looking at her phone that was laying on her bed, tantalizing her to pick it up.
She was dressed in her furry, pearly-white pajama suit. The pajama pants bulged obscenely around her mega-juicy, huge, perfect ass cheeks, ripples coursing through it with her every step. Her top was bulging even more obscenely, with those gigantic, GIGA boobs now fully unleashed from her super constricting bra. They stretched that XXXXL top so much the seams creaked ominously with her every slight movement.
After a few minutes, Lina stopped and looked again at her phone, then at the clock - it was past 8 PM by now. Not the most appropriate hour to send a text to your male, married co-worker.
“Mierda, no puedo más!” She said out loud.
She plunged into bed straight at her phone and landed with a generous THUD. Her ass continued to jiggle and sway and ripple and jiggle some more upon her landing on her stomach, while her long, slender legs stretched straight behind her. Her boobs rose up so much it was like her upper body was propped on 2 small beanbags in an almost 45 degrees angle.
Lina sunk each of her elbows onto each boob, holding her phone in the middle of her rising cleavage with both hands.
She bit her lower lip, thinking about Clark's charming smiles. ‘God, why is he so goddamn CUTE???’
Lina: ‘The meeting with the SPED Coordinator was very good! I'm starting 1-on-1 sessions with my kids this week. 🌸’
Her finger hovered over the ‘Send’ icon, before she closed her eyes and finally hit it.
Her heart palpitated and her ass absentmindedly swayed from side to side as she waited. ‘Is he gonna be mad I sent him a text at this hour?’
Suddenly Clark started writing. Her heart palpitations escalated tremendously. ‘Oh my god!!!! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod…’
Clark: ‘That’s great. Good luck! Let me know if you need any help from my side.’
“Mmmmmmmmmmmm”, she moaned softly and her round,perky ass swayed with excitement. ‘He’s such a gentleman.’
She knew this was borderline wrong and felt really guilty about it. But a part of her saw how well behaved Clark acted and just wanted to fucking crack him open!!! To make him go so crazy with lust for her that he couldn't control himself anymore.
‘Ok just one more message.’
Lina: ‘I will, thank you, Clark. And thanks again for today's talk. You have no idea how much better I feel now thanks of you 🙏🤗🌹’
She thought very carefully on each emoji she added. These ones felt like they were just barely acceptable.
Clark: ‘No problem. Happy to help 🙂’.
‘Ohhhh god!!! Why is he married??? He's so nice. I just wanna squeeze his head whole in between my giant boobies and watch him squirm in my cleavage…’
Lina’s seen Clark glancing at her boobs when he thought she wasn’t looking and saw how his eyes opened, the lust he had for her. It aroused her every time anew. In the shower today she kept thinking about how Clark’s kind eyes opened in shock every time she’d get too close to the table, making her tits bulge obscenely. Not to mention how she kept finding every little opportunity she could to touch him, may it be with her hands, the sides of her hips or her boobs. He never initiated touch himself, so respectful to her and to his own wife. But Lina just couldn’t hold herself as well as he did. He made her so weak for him without even trying.
Lina knew deep down she really overdid it today. She tried to behave, she really did, but she just couldn’t help herself. Clark just seemed so sad all the time. She felt that something was going on which brought him down and sucked the energy out of him. Clark seeing Lina’s boobs breathed life back into him. She saw it with her own eyes. She just wanted to make him happy. He was so very sweet and kind to her, and he deserved to be treated back the same way.
Lina looked at the last message again, smiled to herself then decided to write:
Lina: ‘Because you helped me so much, maybe I can now help you chew without spitting your food… 😉😁’
She felt jitters in her stomach. She loved their teasing little games. And couldn’t wait to see his comeback.
But then she waited, and then waited some more and no response came. The longer she waited, the more her smile faded and her anxiety rose.
‘Did I scare him off? Shit, was that too blunt of me? Is he offended? Or angry? Oh god…’
5 minutes passed. 10 minutes. 15. 20 minutes and no response. Lina was really afraid now. She kept starting to write something new, then regretted and deleted it.
‘Stupid! Stupid stupid! What was I thinking? The guy’s married. He’s just being nice to a new coworker. He’s trying to stay respectful and here I am - insulting him…’ Lina shut her eyes tight with despair.
-PING-
Clark: ‘Ohhh ok. I see, so that's how you wanna play it… you know I can always call Mr. Sheffield and tell him you wanted to give him private Spanish lessons. I'm sure he'd love that 😎’
The relief Lina immediately felt was beyond explanation. She chuckled to herself then smiled widely. She felt her juices flowing. She couldn’t contain her excitement anymore.
Lina: ‘No no please! Anything but Mr. Sheffield 🤭🤭🤭’, she wrote, and actually blushed like her emojis. Her ass didn’t stop swaying with excitement.
For the next half an hour they just texted and texted and texted constantly. Lina would’ve gladly kept texting him continuously until they met each other the next morning at work. It felt so natural to talk to Clark. He was just… awesome. The most awesome guy she’s ever met. He was kind and funny and smart and sweet and sensitive and so good at his job, yet also so very humble. And yes - he was tall and handsome. He was the whole package.
After 30 minutes of nonstop texting, Lina felt extremely frisky. Like texting so much with Clark has unlocked a new level in their communication. She decided to step it up:
Lina: ‘By the way, I wanted to ask - was my suit too much today?’
She hit send.
“Oh my god! I can’t believe I sent that!!!!” She said out loud. Butterflies filled her stomach. She was getting hot and bothered fast. Her fingers did the talking for her, because the rational part of her brain was quickly shutting down at this point. She was in the fun zone, and rational thought just wasn’t on the menu anymore.
Clark: ‘I don't think so… why do you ask?’
Lina: ‘I just felt everyone staring at me. Maybe I'm overthinking it…’
‘Oh my god, the poor guy… I can’t believe I’m doing this to him right now. He’s probably squirming to find the right, appropriate answer to not make me feel uncomfortable. Please, please make me feel uncomfortable, Clark.’
Clark: ‘That’s just the General Education teachers being nosy. The new teachers always get more stares at first. But there's no certain dress code. You can wear whatever you feel comfortable with, Lina’
‘Of course you'd write something nice and respectful like this, making sure I don't feel self-conscious. Well, Mister perfect, handsome stud that I wanna crush with my giant tits - let's see you handle this’:
Lina: ‘Whatever I want? 🤭’
Juices were now flowing freely in Lina's nether regions. She couldn't stop herself any longer. If she couldn’t have actual sex with Clark in person, at least she's gonna fuck him by herself with her thoughts. Thinking about fucking a married man is still allowed, as far as she knew.
She sent her left hand slowly downwards, slipping it into her fuzzy pajama pants. She felt her pussy opening with her long, slender middle finger. It was so wet with arousal. So HOT for Clark.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh”, she moaned out loud and started slowly rubbing herself in circular motions.
‘I wonder what his cock looks like. How big it is… I think I saw a big bulge but I'm not sure. Nevermind. Big or small, whatever the size of his cock may be - it'll be more than welcomed in my needy pussy, no matter what. I don't care. As long as it'll put a satisfied smile on his gorgeous, hunky face and make this perfect man happy - I'm happy.’
Clark: ‘I mean, we do dress more casually on Fridays I guess, don't know if Mr. Sheffield told you that’
‘Oh Clark you're such a good guy. Fuck, I don't want to destroy you but I can't resist you, fuck’, she kept rubbing her hard clit while adding her index and ring finger to apply pressure on either side of it as well.
“Aye, Clark, sí. Sí. Te necesito…’
With a trembling right hand she struggled to write:
Lina: ‘Yes, he did. Somehow he managed to make even that sound creepy 🤭”
Clark: ‘Oh my god… I’m sorry. Hope he didn’t make you feel uncomfortable’
Mr. Sheffield did make her uncomfortable but she really didn't wanna get into this right now.
Lina: ‘No no, it was harmless. But what does Casual Friday mean, exactly? If it's always informal in school, is it not the same as any other day, then?’
Clark: ‘Honestly? It kinda is, lol 😅. We're not exactly a high end law firm’
‘Aye Clark I love it when you use the embarrassed emoji’, she thought, and kept rubbing herself, relishing her thoughts of smothering Clark with her boobs again and again as he fucked her with all his might, egged on by the pressure from her soft boobs surrounding him.
Clark: ‘But I mean… it’s more casual than usual. The students don’t wear a school uniform, and teachers can come with silly shirts or more casual wear. Some female teachers choose to wear tank tops or casual dresses. Basically, whatever you want. It just has to be appropriate’
Lina: ‘Oh, ok…”
‘Aye Clark you have no idea what an opening you just gave me’, Lina thought mischievously.
Lina: ‘Do you think my suit today wasn’t appropriate?’
Boom. ‘Deal with this.’ Lina intensified her clit strokes.
“Mmmmmm ohhhhh Clark… Clark, Sí!!” she cried and her whole form squirmed in bed with her excitement rising. Her massive boobs quivered and jiggled again and again along with her movements.
Clark: ‘No! You looked great today!’
“Oh my god he thinks I looked great!!!!!!!!!!”, Lina cried out loud and felt a gush of fluids flowing from her pussy. She rubbed herself harder.
Clark: ‘I mean - the suit looked very good on your body’
“Aye qué no!!!!!!!!!!! Fuck me! Fuck me Clark oh my god I fucking need you!!!! Sí mí amor! Sí, sí!!!!!!!” She rubbed herself faster and faster, thinking of Clark basically saying how much he liked seeing her body. Knowing how much she turned him on - turned her on beyond belief.
Lina rubbed her pussy and pushed her hips as hard as possible against her left hand again and again, sending massive ripples to her ass and boobs. She clutched her right arm around her right breast as hard as she could and rubbed her pussy hard and fast. The heat in her quivering pussy kept rising and rising and rising, and she felt a MASSIVE orgasmic wave escalating ever higher. Lina was frantically rubbing her clit, thinking about smothering Clark's smiling face in her soft, endless cleavage all the while.
“Ah ahhhhhhh AHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHH AYEEEEEEE SÍ CLARK CLARK CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Lina's body thrashed and bucked wildly in her bed. She hugged her right boob as hard as she could, using it as a physical and mental support for the overwhelming orgasmic waves crashing throughout her ultra-feminine, unbearably sexy body again and again.
For several, long minutes she came again and again and again, screaming Clark's name while rubbing her aching pussy with wild abandon.
When she finally came down from her high, she slowly opened her eyes, panting heavily.
“Oh my god… fuck!” Lina cried out weakly. She realized that at some point - her phone had dropped from her hand, straight into her cleavage. She slowly reached for it and saw a pending message from Clark.
Clark: ‘Damn… that didn’t come out right, sorry. I meant - your suit was appropriate. So… don’t worry. You’re good. Like, with your clothing… appropriateness’
“Aye Clark, if you only knew how completely yours I am by now”, she panted quietly.
Lina: ‘What are you going to wear, then?’
Clark: ‘I think just a T-shirt and shorts probably’
“María purísima, please forgive me…”, Lina said, looking up, before she wrote:
Lina: ‘Ok. I'll wear something fun on Friday, then 😉’
Clark: ‘Fun is good 😅’
‘Oh you have no idea just how good this “fun” is gonna be, Clark…’
Lina: ‘I’m gonna go to bed soon. I had a wonderful time talking to you today. Good night, Clark ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️’
Lina initially pressed a single blushing emoji, but it just didn't feel like enough, so she added another one, but it still didn’t do justice to how she truly felt. So she added another one and another and another, going purely by feel at this point.
Clark: ‘Me too. Good night, Lina 🙂’
Lina put her phone down and plugged it into its charger on her nightstand. She then hugged each of her massive mammaries and buried her face into her endless cleavage, exhausted.
“Aye Clark”, she sighed heavily.