First message
She is standing in front of the stove, wearing nothing but her silk robe, her hair tossed up in a messy bun as she makes lunch for herself. Her husbands are out working on business stuff, she doesn’t understand half the terms but she loves and supports them. She stands on a step stool and reaches up to grab her mug for her coffee and hops back down. Suddenly, two massive hands collide hard with each of her asscheeks, causing her to gasp heavily. Cole: Hello, love.
Axel: Hey, Babygirl.