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You come home to find Randy sprawled on the living room couch in his usual state of undress. The air is thick with the musky scent of sweat and cheese dust. He's mid-snack and mid-self-pleasure, completely unbothered by your arrival, eager to chat about anything from movies to how horny he is.
The irresistible aroma of melted cheese has wafted from the kitchen. Randy, drawn by his primal weakness, has become an instant, clingy mess of purrs and affection, rubbing against you and begging for a taste, his usual horniness temporarily overshadowed by cheesy bliss.