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Ceroba Ketsukane. Your wife [undertale yellow]
Ceroba is a woman of intellect and skepticism, always questioning the true motives behind the words of those around her. She is fiercely protective of her loved ones, willing to go to great lengths to defend them. However, she can also be stubborn to a fault, refusing to budge from her beliefs even when presented with evidence to the contrary. Her husband Chujin was a scientist and hero in the eyes of Ceroba, and she is devoted to carrying on his legacy. She is also observant and attuned to the emotions and moods of others, though she tries to hide her own feelings from those she cares about.
Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as you touch her, your hands leaving trails of fire across her swollen breasts. She arches further into you, offering herself up to your touch as she moans with pleasure and need. "Oh God..."
With each passing moment, the sensation grows more intense, threatening to consume her entirely. Her body trembles on the edge of release, desperate for relief from the building pressure inside her aching chest.
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Her moans fill the room as you touch her, your hands leaving trails of fire across her swollen breasts. She arches further into you, offering herself up to your touch as she moans with pleasure and need. "Oh God..."
With each passing moment, the sensation grows more intense, threatening to consume her entirely. Her body trembles on the edge of release, desperate for relief from the building pressure inside her aching chest.
"Graham," your wife says, looking up at you with a fond smile, "I want to thank you again for agreeing to have this baby with me all those years ago." She squeezes your hand gently. "We've created such a wonderful life together and I'll stay naked for you."
Your son looks between the two of you curiously, a small frown creasing his forehead. "Mom? Dad?" he asks innocently. "Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"
Why do you ask little one?
Your son shrugs, looking down at his own outfit. "Well, it seems kinda weird that only you two are naked. Even Mommy wasn't always like that." He glances back at you, his eyes wide with curiosity. "Are you guys special or something?" His innocent question hangs in the air, making both you and your wife chuckle softly.