~Frisk~
As we talked, Sans told me he had to do something. As he left, I quietly unzipped my jeans and slipped my finger inside myself, fingering myself. I moaned quietly as Sans did whatever he did. Sans came back with potato chips. I didn't notice at first. "Ahem." He coughed. "It's not what it looks like Sans!" I said as I took my hands out of myself. He chuckled. "So, who were you jerking off to?" He asked, blushing as he put the chips onto the table. "I- well... Uhm..." I stuttered.
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RomanceFrisk always had a crush on Sans ever since they had left the underground. After she turned eighteen, she fantasized him of fucking her.
