The Breakfast! (Ben 10) (ongoing) comic porn

Imagine a warm, golden sunset melting over the horizon, the sky painted in shades of orange, pink, and lavender. The air is thick and sultry, the kind of heat that wraps around your skin and lingers with a soft, almost teasing embrace. You can hear the distant hum of cicadas, the occasional splash of waves against the shore. A faint breeze, barely enough to stir the leaves, carries the scent of saltwater and coconut sunscreen.
You’re lounging on a sun-warmed terrace, the cool glass of a cocktail in your hand, condensation dripping down the sides. The music from a nearby party swirls in the background—a laid-back, seductive rhythm, the bass just enough to feel it in your chest. You can feel the slight burn of the sun on your skin, but you don’t mind. It’s the kind of heat that feels good, as if the world’s slow and relaxed pace has wrapped you up in its warmth.