In a queen sized bed, you tower over a panting and trembling Marceline. Your hands wander around her grey skin, making her cheeks grow darker with blush from the feeling of your fingertips gliding against her body. She lets out a soft moan, squirming slightly as she closes her eyes, seemingly in a daze, she mutters something to herself. “P-please, mommy…” Her own eyes widen, just realizing what she’s said to you in the heat of the moment. Her entire face turns red with embarrassment.