|
Post by Kappa on Jan 2, 2022 3:17:16 GMT
4ft9, 100 pounds, dressed in a frilly yellow top with white capris, jet black hair shoulder length with hot pink tips, Lola Logan sits nervously in a chair, her heels tapping nervously atop the wooden floorboard.
As she lets out a childish yelp, her girlfriend, in contrast, 6ft4, 250 pounds of muscle, a big, powerful Amazon with white hair in a Mohawk, sporting a yellow tank top with acid wash jeans and combat boots, rolls her eyes as her big, muscular arm is squeezed as tight as Lola could squeeze.
"She's just prepping your arm, babe." Storm sighs.
"It's cold!" Lola pouts with eyes shut and a light dribble of sweat pouring from her brow.
"... Are you sure you want this tattoo, Lolly?" A mature and haggard voice asks with deep concern.
Lolly looks at the woman, 45 years old, a refined beauty tatted head to toe with blue and red roses compliment with thorny vines, her blonde hair in a cut reminiscent to Tilda Swinton, her lip pierced, her left ear with a chain.
Just a tad on the chunky side, what many people notice when they look at Emma is her big, round bosom and muffin top.
"Hey, I'm an adult!" Lola insists. "I'm old enough to get a tattoo!"
"... Age isn't really the issue, darling." Emma Frost points out. "Do you really think you can take a needle?"
Lola glares icy daggers at the woman.
"Yes! Because I'm an adult! And, as an adult, I want a tattoo so everyone will know that I'm Ororo's adult!"
Storm once again sighs.
"Babe, this is a big decision, I appreciate the gesture but--"
"I'm getting this tattoo!" Lola insists. But as Emma takes out a needle...
"Um... after I tinkle!" Lola jolts upwards and scampers off to the stalls.
Emma laughs, Storm lowers her head in shame.
"How old is this one? 18?"
"19. She graduated from Xavier's last year."
Emma shakes her head.
"Come on!"
"Hey, I'm not paying you to judge me!"
"...You're not paying me at all!"
"You want to play that card, Frost? Cause that tab of yours at my bowling alley is getting pretty big!"
To add to that, Ororo taps on Emma's flabby belly. Watching it jiggle with a condescending grin.
The two women break into laughter.
"Seriously, Storm, she's cute." Emma assures.
"Thanks." Storm smiles. "... We are going a little fast, though."
"A little." Emma smirks. "But who am I to judge? Remember when me and Mari first met?"
Storm nods.
"Yeah, guess we both have our types."
"... Yeah."
A good five minutes pass, Lola continues to be in the bathroom.
"She's not getting it tonight." Emma shakes her head.
"I know that, you know that. Lolly's just..."
The door opens, bells ring, Emma's eyes lit up in surprise to see...
|
|
|
Post by phoenix10 on Jan 2, 2022 21:17:38 GMT
"Is that...?" Ororo asked with a stunned look on her face.
Emma slowly nodded. "Jean... my god."
The fat redhead waddled across the tattoo parlor, looking horribly out of place. Her green maternity dress was pulled tight across the swell of her stomach and her massive, milk filled tits. Her cleavage was pale white and coated in freckles, just like her plump cheeks. Cheeks Emma used to love to kiss.
But that was a long time ago. Emma hadn't seen Jean since high school -- back before she even had her first tattoo. The only thing she had at that time was an eyebrow piercing, a beat up motorcycle and a bad girl attitude that made the head cheerleader fall head over heels for her.
Of course, relationships like that rarely last. When they graduated, Emma moved and started a tattooing apprenticeship. Jean got married to Scott Summers -- a frat boy from a local college. They hadn't spoken in years.
Emma stood up and set her eyes on Jean. She certainly had changed. The redhead was tiny and flat in high school. Now, her body was very...developed. Her ass jiggled behind her as she walked forward and her tits looked like they were about to fall out of her dress. Emma looked on, both enchanted by her old flame and confused.
"Jean...? What are you...?"
The redhead stepped right up to the blonde and pulled her into a dramatic, tongue-filled kiss. Ororo watched, trying to hide a mixture of astonishment and laughter. Emma just stood there, receiving the kiss gladly but once again, very, very confused...
|
|
|
Post by Kappa on Jan 2, 2022 22:13:59 GMT
Imagine your favorite piece of gum back in high school. Sweet, tangy, chewy. Now, let's say you haven't had that particular brand since high school.
That's basically what Emma is experiencing. A kiss that reminded her so much of her youth, yet, at the same time, was entirely different, emphasizing significantly the passage of time.
Her lips plump, her scent matured, a coconut conditioner, familiar in whiff, with a body much more curvy than the last she touched.
"... So, how've you been?" Emma coughs nervously. Ororo and Lola watching with great delight.
"Whats going on?" Lola whispers.
"I'll tell you later, baby." Storm winks.
"...Good." Jean, with a hand on her ripe middle, smiles nervously. She didn't plan on kissing Emma... it just happened. She simply couldn't help herself. A tatted up blonde couldn't have been more her type! "I'm divorced."
"... Okay." Emma nods, ignoring a giggling Lollipop and a smirking Storm.
Cards on the table, it seemed pretty obvious what Jean was looking for.
"Are you single?" Jean asks, literally after making out with her high school girlfriend out of the blue.
"... I'm a widower." Emma admits with a frown.
"... Oh." Jean responds with fluttering eyes. "... And you're single?"
Emma's eyes lit up, Storm and Lola were so close to yelping in surprise.
"Yes. I'm single." Emma sighs.
"..." Jean smiles, curling a strand of hair with her sausage finger as seductively as possible.
"Wow, you haven't changed much, Jean." Emma smiles. "Um... want to get a drink?" Emma points at Storm. "I was headed to Storm's Gutters after work. Can I buy you and the kid a snack?"
Jean's belly gurgles. Emma can't help but giggle. Same Jean, new packaging!
As the pair heads out the tattoo parlor, Lola tugs at her girlfriend's arm.
"What about my tattoo?"
Storm smirks.
"Come on, babe." Storm shakes her head.
|
|
|
Post by phoenix10 on Jan 3, 2022 13:19:06 GMT
"This place is...nice..." Jean said tentatively as Emma led her over to a booth in the corner. Storm's Gutters wasn't the nicest place in town but for Emma, it felt like home. Cold beer, free bowling, and lots of cheesy, meaty nachos!
Speaking of, one of the bartenders, a tiny wisp of a girl named Bryce, came over to Emma and Jean with a beer in one hand and a huge plate of nachos in the other.
"Ohh, did ya bring a date Emmy?" Bryce asked, giving Jean a seductive wink. The redhead barely noticed. She was too distracted by the fact that that slutty waitress just called Emma "Emmy." That was her pet name!
"Bryce, this is Jean Grey. We used to date in high school."
"Ahhh, I see." She gave another wink. "I'll get ya a ginger ale, doll." She pointed to Jean's belly. "Don't want you drinkin while you're preggo like my mama did!"
And with that, the slender girl turned and raced back to the bar. Jean shook her head and Emma laughed.
"She...means well. She's just a little childish sometimes."
Jean found Bryce annoying but she didn't mention it. She wanted Emma to like her -- and if that meant dealing with these kinds of people, she was willing to do it.
"So...do you have any other kids?" Emma asked as she politely pushed the platter of nachos towards Jean. Without missing a beat, Jean pulled the biggest chip off the top and shoved it into her greedy mouth. Emma watched, enraptured. She used to love watching Jean eat in high school. The girl always had a huge appetite!
Jean nodded as she finished chewing. "Five. My oldest is twenty. This one...well, this one was supposed to try and fix my marriage. But, obviously, that didn't help." Jean rubbed her ripe middle.
"Oh. Wow." Emma knew Jean had wanted a big family in high school but the thought of having six kids at 45 absolutely terrified her. She had Yumi to take care of and that was already pretty overwhelming!
"They're with my parents tonight."
"Charles and Erica? How're they?"
Jean's parents were incredibly supportive of Jean's relationship with Emma. They were devastated when Scott came into the picture -- even though he made more money in a month than Emma made in a year.
"They're good...somehow my stepmom is trimmer than I am!" Jean laughed, her breast and belly jiggling. "They're glad I'm out with you tonight."
Emma bit her lip. Jean looked incredibly sexy but she couldn't deny how strange it was for the recent divorcee to randomly show up at her doorstep. But should Emma really look a gift horse in the mouth?
|
|
|
Post by Kappa on Jan 3, 2022 18:28:16 GMT
"So, how's work?" Jean asks between her ravenously intense mastication of cheese dripping tortilla chips.
A single, greasy jalapeño slice falls into her milk enhanced cleavage, Emma's heart couldn't stop pounding. The moist slap on her fleshy boob making Emma's panties an equal level of wet.
"Not bad. I'm really the only game in town." Emma smiles. "Money's been a little tight since the Mrs..."
Jean scowls, feeling jealous, Emma can't help but feel like she put a foot in her mouth bringing up Mariko. Still, she felt it was important to bring up the ole ball and chain. Even if the chain was, unfortunately, snapped off prematurely.
"How about you?" Emma quickly changes the subject. "Are you working or..."
Jean shakes her head.
"After I got my doctorates, Scott and I were blessed with our first born, Rachel."
"Oh..." Jean's eyes batt. "So you finished college?"
Jean nods.
"I kept trying to get back to work, but after Natalie, it was just easier if I stayed home with the kids."
Emma, at the very least, was impressed Jean, one of the smartest kids in high school, valedictorian of their grade, has not one but several phds.
What Jean avoids mentioning: dozens of patents, multiple ground breaking papers published over the years, and the attention of many of the biggest names in science all over the milfy redhead. But that's showboating, Jean isn't at that bowling alley to showboat! No, hand on Emma's fatty knee, her intentions were much more... PURE.
"I-I'm sure you're a great mom." Emma stammers. "I uh, I actually have a kid myself."
"Do you?" Jean smiles, her jealousy getting worse, yet, curious if Emma carried. "How old is she?"
"18." Emma answers. "She's a freshman at NYU."
"Oh." Jean nods. "Is she..."
"Mari's." Emma explains. "I raised her like my own flesh and blood. She's all I have now." Emma frowns.
"Oh."
"Yeah." Emma coughs. Jean's hand still on her knee. The grip tight, Emma couldn't deny the advance was absolutely straight forward. In fact...
"Hey, Boss." Bryce whispers from a distance. Storm, sipping on a pitcher of beer at the bar with her lady, nods her head.
"Should I leave them be or..."
"My advice would be to clean up the stall." Storm raises her hand upwards. "Twice." Storm laughs.
|
|
|
Post by phoenix10 on Jan 3, 2022 21:55:24 GMT
Emma had never eaten out a pregnant woman in a bathroom stall...but there's a first time for everything!
Jean cradled her swollen stomach in her hands and cried out loudly as Emma got to work on the mangy, red jungle between Jean's fat thighs. The redhead's back was pressed hard against the stall door and sweat was pouring down her jiggling bosom. Emma was surprised by how massive Jean's nipples were -- they looked as big around as a thumb! Everything about the redhead turned her on something fierce. She thought the girl was hot in high school...but somehow things had gotten even better!
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Jean groaned loudly. "Ohh! Emmy!"
Emma did her signature move -- running her tongue around Jean's clit like a circle eight -- and Jean came undone. The blonde felt her gush into her mouth and smiled around Jean's sloppy pussy. She definitely still had it!
Emma grunted as she stood up. Her knees were giving her hell but she was on a high. She grinned at Jean and gave her a wet kiss that Jean eagerly returned.
"That tongue piercing..." Jean moaned. "Ugh! That felt so good!"
"Hmm...I'm glad." Emma sniffed Jean's neck and gave her nipple a squeeze. "Let's do this again sometime."
Jean pulled away. "Sometime?"
Emma cocked her pierced brow. "Er...sometime soon?"
"Emma...I want this all the time. I want us to be together again."
Emma...
|
|
|
Post by Kappa on Jan 3, 2022 22:09:32 GMT
"Look, you're recently divorced." Emma points out as Jean struggles to put on her dress. Her big, milk leaking breasts jiggling erratically. The sight was all Emma could see, her hand with a clumped up roll of toilet paper, all Emma really wanted was to dab those tits till they were dry!
"And I just reopened shop, if you get what I'm saying."
"What are you saying?" Jean looks annoyed.
"Can we keep this casual? This was amazing." Emma smiles. "I just don't need phone calls from you about houses upstate at four in the morning."
"... I did that one time in high school! Excuse me!" Jean huffs.
Emma laughs.
"I'm a widower, Jean." Emma points out. "It's been tough. I've been in a really tough place this year. But, I want to date again. And I want to date you."
"Really?" Jean smiles.
"But please, can we take it slow?" Emma begs.
Jean starts to pout. Emma finds her arms wrapped around the bratty redhead. Nuzzling her neck, she giggles.
"Come on, Jeannie. Nothing too fast, just some causal fun now and then. What do you say?"
|
|
|
Post by phoenix10 on Jan 4, 2022 13:23:31 GMT
1 Month Later:
Jean had agreed with Emma's plea to keep things casual...for the most part.
Emma usually still slept at her own apartment -- though she had to admit Jean's king size mattress was much more comfortable! And snuggling with the plump redhead made it all so much better.
Emma had met three of Jean's children -- the ones who weren't in college yet. Surprisingly enough, they approved of her for the most part. The youngest one, Hope, seemed to like her tattoos more than anything. Still, Emma was glad she wasn't seen as the villain. Scott had taken on that role too well.
"He says he wants to see the kids and then never shows up!" Jean says angrily as she saws off a hunk of steak. They had cooked a romantic dinner together and were spending the night together at Jean's house as a way of "celebrating" one month together. Emma didn't think one month really necessitated a celebration but she liked to keep Jean as happy as possible.
"Do you think he'll try to see the baby?"
Jean made a face and rubbed her bloated stomach. "He better not."
Just as Emma was about to reply, Jean's phone went off. The redhead glanced at the caller ID and frowned. "I'm so sorry, babe, but I have to take this."
Emma nodded and watched Jean struggle for a moment to get out of her seat. The littlest things like that could make the blonde wet. Anytime Jean's body was in motion, it was jiggling and that drove Emma wild!
Her wide hips swaying, Jean walked to the kitchen as she talked. "Tony, I told you...it isn't a good time. I'm pregnant!"
Emma heard Jean pause for a moment. "Not right now. Maybe in few months."
Another pause. "You'd let me bring her in with me? I have to breastfeed..."
Emma smirked. Of course, Jean's maternal instincts were always at the forefront. But the rest of the conversation didn't make sense to Emma. Who the hell was Tony? Jean had never mentioned him before.
"I'll think about it, okay? Okay. Goodbye." Jean hung up and waddled back into the dining room. Her hand was on her lower back, supporting her belly. She looked a bit rattled.
"Everything okay?" Emma asked as the redhead slowly lowered herself back into her chair.
"Yeah...it's nothing."
"Who's Tony?" Emma asked.
Jean sighed. "Tony Stark."
Emma's blue eyes widened. "Wait. THE Tony Stark?! Why do you have him on speed dial?"
"He's been trying to get me to work at Stark Industries molecular physics R&D lab for years. I was always so busy with the kids but...he said I could bring Sophie with me when she's born...so maybe."
Emma blinked. She knew Jean was bright...but she was just starting to realize her level of genius! Jean looked like your typical MILF -- and acted like one too -- but she was also one of the top scientists in the world.
"So...do you wanna eat chocolate cake off my nipples?" Jean asked with a seductive smirk.
Emma laughed. She couldn't say no to that!
|
|
|
Post by Kappa on Jan 4, 2022 23:20:26 GMT
Do you know those microwaved chocolate lava cakes that come into fashion every now and then?
Jean had two of those fudgey gushers on each breast! Her leaking nipples poked square in the middle. Giving an extra sweetness to the quick and sugary treat!
Emma munches on Jean's left titty, the shaking giving Jean delight and causing her to leak even more gooey cream!
"You like my cooking, Emmy?!" Jean bites her lower lip as Emma gabs at the right tit!
"Ooh! Yeah! Emmy!" Jean quivers. "You're hungry tonight, aren't you?!"
A squirt from three locations, Jean's breasts a chocolate mess.
As Jean breathes heavily, Emma wonders what to do next. Napkin or tongue?! Either would be fun!
"Can Celeste call you Mom?" Jean asks out of the blue.
... And just like that, the fun was over!
"..." Emma blinks erratically.
"Can Celeste call you Mom?" Jean repeats herself. "Is that okay?"
Emma...
|
|
|
Post by phoenix10 on Jan 5, 2022 16:21:57 GMT
"I...I thought you were going to name here Sophie?" Emma asked dumbly.
Jean shrugged her round shoulders and began to trace the petals on one of Emma's arm tattoos. "I think I like Celeste more. But, regardless...can the new baby call you Mom? I want to go by Mommy, of course. But I want her to have a name for you too, and not just Emma."
The blonde sighed deeply and began getting off the bed.
"Emma, where are you going?"
"Home."
"You're not...you're not spending the night?"
Emma shook her head. "Jeannie, I get that you want to move straight into a relationship with a woman. You've been gay all your life and you're finally getting to live like a gay woman. But moving this fast is just insane. I can't keep up." She began getting dressed, fumbling with her undersized bra. "I need some time to think."
"You want to break up?" Jean asked, her voice cracking.
"No. I just...you're suffocating me, Red. I told you I wanted something casual and you just asked if your kid could call me mom. Look, I think you should take that job and start to do things that aren't all about me or your kids. You're so smart -- you should be using that big brain of yours."
Jean, covered in cake and milk, looked pathetic on the bed as she pouted. Emma wanted nothing more than to go over there and lick up every ounce of sweetness stuck to Jean's creamy skin but she knew she couldn't. Jean needed to learn the meaning of the word boundaries.
"Call Tony and tell him you'll take the job," Emma grunted as she pulled on her doc martens. "Or I'm done."
|
|
|
Post by Kappa on Jan 5, 2022 21:21:40 GMT
350 pounds of back fat, flappy skin pasty white, bumpy with stretch marks pierced by a light buzzing sound.
Her gut drooping down her fupa, wrapped in black sweat pants, her face round, her breasts like two hefty trash bags drooping on her gut, with a pixie cut highlighted with a streak of white.
"Thanks fer touching up mah ole tattoo, sugah." Big Mama Rogue speaks with a husky southern accent.
250 pounds and and 20 years did a number to that dolphin. At this point, it's a whale. A majestic, beautiful, massive whale breaching over a bay with a lighthouse and harbor in view.
350 pounds of back fat is simply an unending canvas for a tattoo artist.
"You need to lay off the grits, Big Mama." Emma jokes.
"I ain't given up nothin, sugah!" Big Mama gins, taking out a unlit cigarette.
She snaps at Emma for a light. Emma doesn't respond. Big Mama continues to snap, her arms jiggling like jello. Emma pauses, shaking her head.
"Keep still." Emma says coldly.
"Give me a light!"
Emma sighs, hosting her, by comparison, slender frame upwards.
As she heads to the drawer, Big Mama chuckles.
"What?" Emma frowns.
"Remy told me you've been seeing Jean again?"
"..."
Big Mama continues to chuckle.
"Girl, you love 'em big, don'tcha?! She gots fire in her belly, sugah." Big Mama winks and points go her crotch. "And not just her her neither!"
"... Should I charge you for this touch up?" Emma teases. "Cause I will."
|
|
|
Post by phoenix10 on Jan 7, 2022 0:09:04 GMT
Emma heard the bell over the door jangle and looked up. She was finishing the last rays on the sunset on Rogue's flabby back. Her hand stilled when she saw Jean standing there -- a hand on her belly.
"Speak of the devil!" Rogue cackled loudly.
Emma rolled her eyes. "Jean, I told you --"
"Emmy, I'm in labor."
Both Rogue and Emma looked up at the redhead, wide-eyed. "Wait...you mean, right now?!"
"Right now," Jean replied calmly. She waddled forward, keeping her hand on her belly. "Would you take me to the hospital?"
"Y-Yes! God, Jean, go get in the car!" Emma slammed her tattoo gun down and slapped Rogue on her ham of an arm. "We're going right now!"
Jean smiled. "Thanks, baby."
"This doesn't mean I want to take things any faster!" Emma warned as she frantically packed a bag of a few things. "I just...Jean, you're having a baby!"
Jean nodded calmly. "I know."
"And you're not freaking out?" Emma asked exasperatedly.
"She's pushed out quite a few, blondie!" Rogue croaked as she hoisted her massive body off the chair. "Now you two get outta here! I'll lock up."
|
|
|
Post by Kappa on Jan 7, 2022 21:08:49 GMT
Emma leans deep in a chair, her muffin top on full display, her bingo wings spread out and jiggling with the slightest movement, her lover peacefully breastfeeding after a grueling 12 hours.
"You are a champ, Jean." Emma groans, exhausted and tired.
Jean smiles.
"Please, Madeline will always be my toughest." Jean assures as little Celeste happily suckles on Jean's exposed browned nipple. "Thanks for staying."
Emma yawns.
"... Yeah... I felt bad just leaving you and, wait, seriously, 12 hours is nothing to you?"
Jean nods.
"Wow." Emma breaths heavily. She won't say it out loud, but she's happy she'll never experience that kind of joy firsthand.
"I'm sorry, I know you don't want things to be this fast." Jean frowns.
"Jean, I lost my best friend." Emma admits.
"Oh."
"You're amazing, I love being with you, Jean, but Mariko was my rock for 18 years." Emma stresses. "I want a future with you, but I need some time to breathe."
"... So moving in..."
"So again in a year." Emma begs. "I want to be there for you, I will, and..."
Emma looks at that baby with smile.
"And I don't mind being called mom." Emma compromises.
"Really?" Jean smiles.
"Seriously, take that job though. I'll watch Celeste if I have to!"
|
|
|
Post by phoenix10 on Jan 9, 2022 16:06:07 GMT
"Gotta say, Frosty...never thought I'd see the day when you have a baby strapped to your chest!" Kitty Pryde, Frost's Tattoo Parlor's piercer, said with a hearty laugh. She was a slender thing with a shaved head and piercings everywhere she could get one -- including places only her girlfriend, Illyana, got to see!
Emma rolled her eyes as she cleaned her tattoo gun. Baby Celeste was cooing happily in the baby holster Jean had given her. Today was the first day of Jean working at Stark Industries and already Emma was feeling a little overwhelmed. Jean had decided she was only willing to go into the office once or twice a week but even that was a lot for Emma who had zero experience taking care of kids. Yumi was eight when Emma met Mari. Babies were foreign territory.
"Guess Jean is really something special, huh?" Kitty asked with a sly smile. She picked up the massive binder the redhead had put together. It said "Emma's Mom Instructions." Emma had only read the first few pages...she didn't really have the patience for Jean's literary side. The redhead wrote about taking care of Celeste like she was writing a textbook on rocket science!
"She is," Emma said with a smile. "Really special."
"You like em big! Her ass is --"
"Not in front of the baby!" Emma snapped, which naturally made Celeste start crying. Emma sighed and heaved herself up. "Great..."
"Looks like she needs a change..." Kitty noted with a smirk.
Emma looked down at the little redheaded baby. Sure enough, there was a wet spot spreading out on Emma's white wifebeater. The blonde groaned.
"Hope she's worth it!" Kitty joked.
"She...she is."
- Yumi finally meets Jean - Jean makes some changes
|
|
|
Post by Kappa on Jan 9, 2022 17:59:22 GMT
What if you had access to essentially unlimited resources?
Precious Metals, boundless food sources, water?
That's what Tony Stark is trying to achieve with multiversal travel.
Untapped Edens ready to be colonized, filled to brim with wealth and power. Think of what mankind can achieve when they can harness the potential of not one earth but infinite earths!
And that's where Jean fits into the picture.
"You're brilliant." Tony praises the middle aged redhead. The math she came up with on her first day is more helpful than a decades worth of research at Stark's Lab.
"Just... you're amazing!" Tony pats Jean on her spongey shoulder.
His researchers instinctively clap for Jean, who's head is down, looking at her phone.
She told Emma to call her right after Celeste's morning bottle. That should've been done by now. It should've.
"With you around, we'll be colonizing alternate versions of earth within a year!" Tony smiles. "Wonderful work, Jean. Just wonderful!"
Jean starts to pout.
"Can I take a break?" Jean asks with worried eyes.
"Sure." Tony smiles. "Take as long as you like. By all means!"
Jean waddles off to the break room.
"Can you believe she did that?" A young scientist whispers. "We spent years trying to figure out how to calculate which earths are inhabited or not, and she found out how to categorize timelines in 4 hours?!"
"She's a genius." Another scientist adds.
"Right?!"
Meanwhile, Jean sits down at a bench, contemplating whether or not to call Emma.
Emma was very adamant about this. Only Emma can call Jean at work. Emma knew how tempting it would be for Jean to call over and over, getting very little work done, ultimately finding herself in dire need of her baby.
"Come on!" Jean continues to pout. "Call me already, Emmy!"
|
|