is this the end of all the endings?
Now it's Flora's turn to puh! under her breath, grinning wide as she calls after him, "Oh, please—you were ogling my jungle badonkers not five minutes ago!"
Her laughter spills into the humid air as he takes off running, his shriek echoing through the tangle of vines until, inevitably, the jungle wins. The slip is spectacular. One moment he’s upright, the next he’s flat on his back, arms flailing like an upturned crab. Flora doesn’t even try to stay composed; she’s laughing too hard to bother. Her knees give out, and she sinks down into the soft, living carpet of vines, the humidity making everything slick and close.
In one smooth, chaotic motion, she ends up straddling his shoulders, thighs squelching against either side of his head as she leans forward. "Hold still!" she demands, pressing the cold, sticky handfuls square onto his chest where breasts might go if nature had a sense of humour. She molds them generously, smearing and patting with gleeful precision, laughter bubbling up anew as she gives the freshly sculpted mounds an approving fondle. "That's so hot. I think they suit you."
Her laughter spills into the humid air as he takes off running, his shriek echoing through the tangle of vines until, inevitably, the jungle wins. The slip is spectacular. One moment he’s upright, the next he’s flat on his back, arms flailing like an upturned crab. Flora doesn’t even try to stay composed; she’s laughing too hard to bother. Her knees give out, and she sinks down into the soft, living carpet of vines, the humidity making everything slick and close.
In one smooth, chaotic motion, she ends up straddling his shoulders, thighs squelching against either side of his head as she leans forward. "Hold still!" she demands, pressing the cold, sticky handfuls square onto his chest where breasts might go if nature had a sense of humour. She molds them generously, smearing and patting with gleeful precision, laughter bubbling up anew as she gives the freshly sculpted mounds an approving fondle. "That's so hot. I think they suit you."
my broken bones are mending
