Blue Kangaroo Descriptive Writing

As rain poured down in thick blankets over Lazy Town, faint, muffled breaths could be heard from deep within the lair of none of other than the owner himself, Robbie Rotten. His plump, rosebud like lips rested half an inch apart to allow air in and out while he slept, giving him the most kissable look in the entire world. Not to mention the small strand of saliva slowly rolling it's way down Robbie's cheek onto the presumably silk covered pillows (only the best kind of fabrics for the number one villain, right?) Oh what one wouldn't give to press their own fleshy labium to his own, trapping themselves in a cage of hot breath and sweaty dreams.

With his face relaxed and brow un-knotted, most would come to the conclusion that the aforementioned
Fortunately, for this story, that is entirely untrue. In fact, the name caller, or as you know him, Robbie, adores the victim just enough to deny such an admiration with silly
Rotten. Now said scenario seemed to plague his dreams currently, turning what was supposed to be his first full night of sleep in the past 6 months into a heated battle with thick covers while seeking some form of release. The prison of heat trapped around Robbie's member not only made it difficult to sleep, but difficult to even really think! I mean, who could with 5 inches raging in your