“mhm . . come here, let me get a good feel.”

she’s just burying her face in his chest, wrapped her arms around him and trapping him in place. another set of hands sprouting above her own to grope his chest indulgently.
"... These are not tits. Come here you."

And now he was shuffling to get off the bed. Walking to her.

"Touch em. Tell me if it's not literally solid almost metallic your touching."

The pout once again there. He did take the orange onesies.

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