Sophia is done standing by idly, she's reaching out and flying towards her goal... no literally, she's throwing herself at her goal with everything she's got, and she's GOT A LOT!!! Far more than she's normally used to... maybe 80 pounds or so ago Adrian could've held her up with ease from her hips, with a healthy amount of decorum, oh... and with a way for him to breath that wasn't through a boob-squish-filter... poor Adrian needed to steady her with a good underhand-grip and balancing the load against himself with a face full of Sophia 🤭
Their heart beats racing together in sync, time slowing down to a crawl, soft belly greeting his body, her arms naturally wrapping around his head, what little air there is for him coated with a sweet, intoxicating scent, idly playing with strands of his hair..... so much occurring in a mere few seconds-ish... minute... uhm, neither of them seem to be working their way towards cutting this experience short... N-No Sophia, thinking about how you should maybe stop this doesn't count as stopping... Y-Yes, Adrian, dying via burying your face in there and refusing to come up for non-Sophia-booba-air is usually frowned upon..... 💞 💢--HEEELLLLOOOOO?! Oh right, Amelia is still here too, isn't she? 😏
John sundkvist
2025-06-28 08:01:07 +0000 UTCJalen Johnson
2025-06-28 04:11:21 +0000 UTC