@ELYSIONWARRIOR ( * she’s the epitome of vulgarity, wholly pleased, the commander flashes ivory canines in a awkward pout as the nikke decisively swipe tongue around head, bathing in the sound of wet strokes. hidden gaze focus on latex—toe curl, observes
( * aching ribs longing to fill such vacancy, vast and ghastly hue——immediate embarrassment amidst large bosom squishing against bicep. )
❝ felt like its been several months since you’ve got this close. ❞
Emma laughs softly, bringing a hand to her lips. She loves when the Commander acts all humble. She approaches him, hugging his arm, and inevitably her enormous bust presses against him.