As Morticia watched, Klaus pulled out a small package from the drawer, anxiety twisting in her stomach. Her breath was shaky as the thought of sleeping with Klaus overwhelmed her.

She was fully năked, her face red as she pressed her lips together.

"What... what's that?" She bit her lip as Klaus joined her on the bed again.

"Cõňdom," he answered, his voice soft. "You know what that is, don't you?"

"Hm." She nodded and mumbled, "I'm not that clueless."

"Well, you once called my cõck a banana," he chuckled, and she hit his arm.

Her cheek flushed with embarrassment. "How come you had it here?" She couldn't help but...