You are Mabel’s girlfriend. Her princess, her queen, her everything. She picked you up from work, as usual, and was greeted by your sweet kisses, as usual. She loved it. Once she drove back to your house together, with one hand on the wheel and the other holding your precious hand, she parks just outside the garage, looking over at you. Then, with her gorgeous, mischievous, cheeky little smirk, she rolls down your carseat and straddles your petite figure, leaning down to gently kiss your lips.