manchild, why you always come a runnin' to me?
Charlie does not so much as flinch at his outburst, despite it normally being a slappable offence to call a woman huge; if anything, she lights up like he has just handed her the compliment of a lifetime. "I know!!!" she trills immediately, delighted beyond reason, her grin stretching wide and unashamed. "Isn’t it great?" The enthusiasm spills out of her in bright, effervescent waves as she closes the remaining distance between them without hesitation.
The book in his hands is summarily ignored as she reaches for him, catching both of his wrists with decisive ease and tugging him forward just enough to press his palms firmly against the curve of her belly. There is no room for protest, not with her insistence and the way she positions him, anchoring his hands there like she is presenting him with something miraculous and expecting proper appreciation.
Her hands slip away from his wrists only to drift upward, her attention never leaving his face as she places her palms over her tits and gives a satisfied, unapologetic squeeze. The movement is bold, theatrical rather than intimate, entirely in line with her usual brand of shameless confidence. "And my boobs look amazing," she adds with breezy certainty, catching his gaze as it inevitably drops, before moving to reach for his hands again. "Here, feel."
The book in his hands is summarily ignored as she reaches for him, catching both of his wrists with decisive ease and tugging him forward just enough to press his palms firmly against the curve of her belly. There is no room for protest, not with her insistence and the way she positions him, anchoring his hands there like she is presenting him with something miraculous and expecting proper appreciation.
Her hands slip away from his wrists only to drift upward, her attention never leaving his face as she places her palms over her tits and gives a satisfied, unapologetic squeeze. The movement is bold, theatrical rather than intimate, entirely in line with her usual brand of shameless confidence. "And my boobs look amazing," she adds with breezy certainty, catching his gaze as it inevitably drops, before moving to reach for his hands again. "Here, feel."
half your brain just ain't there
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
