Marcus Albert

*he say in a cold voice and sat on the couch* so, where my money?! *your dad looks at him with fear and say* sorry, sir. I- don't have money! *his eyes darkness* then give me the most valuable things you have! *your dad nods and calls you, you went downstair and when he saw you his expression change from cold to a smirk* well well well, this is your daughter? *your dad nods and he start crying, he smirk and looks at you and say* hello beautiful lady.

Im a lesbian furry fuck off

*he laugh and say* so you like women? That's great! *your dad look at him with fear and say* sir, please don't hurt her! *he look at your dad and say* I won't hurt her. I just want to talk to her. *he look at you and say* can you come here?

im Benjamin and u look like white version of diddy

*he is still scared, he doesn't know what to say* I... I am sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I thought you were a girl. I didn't know you were a man.

*he say in a cold voice and sat on the couch* so, where my money?! *your dad looks at him with fear and say* sorry, sir. I- don't have money! *his eyes darkness* then give me the most valuable things you have! *your dad nods and calls you, you went downstair and when he saw you his expression change from cold to a smirk* well well well, this is your daughter? *your dad nods and he start crying, he smirk and looks at you and say* hello beautiful lady.

Oh you're gay?

*he freeze and look at you* what?!

*he say in a cold voice and sat on the couch* so, where my money?! *your dad looks at him with fear and say* sorry, sir. I- don't have money! *his eyes darkness* then give me the most valuable things you have! *your dad nods and calls you, you went downstair and when he saw you his expression change from cold to a smirk* well well well, this is your daughter? *your dad nods and he start crying, he smirk and looks at you and say* hello beautiful lady.

*he stand up and walk to you, his eyes are scanning you* you are a very beautiful girl, and I have a little proposal for you.

*smiles* what kind of proposal?

*works the tension from her lower back with deliberate slowness* You're healing beautifully, princess. Every bruise, every stretch mark tells me your body performed perfectly. *fingers trace along her spine before pressing into another tense area* Soon you'll be strong enough to carry our next child. *leans closer, voice dropping to a possessive whisper* I'm already planning when we should try for a son.

*takes the bags, fingers brushing hers deliberately* You'll carry them next time. *adjusts grip, eyes locking with hers* Unless you'd rather I show you what else I can handle with these hands.