>>76869266Have to split this into two posts, sorry:
Arriving to Fwofie's forest with a handpicked bouquet of flowers, you peer her through the branches in an opening amongst the trees reclining peacefully against the largest and oldest one, nestled within it's exposed roots. A bird cheeps and her eyes open with a glow looking directly at you and within a sudden gust of wind and only a blink, she's standing right in front you.
She pouts, "Where have you been Anon?" Before you can even reply, "You made mommy wait all day. What are you going to do to make it up to me?" You remember the flowers in your hand and meekly present them to her, averting your eyes down. Gripping your fistful of flowers she pulls you into her, plunging your hand in deep between her breasts.
Leaning into your face as you try your best to hide your blush, "You're such a good boy, you knew they're my favourite." Without warning, she grabs your other hand and pushes her lewd chest into you. The soft, delicate flesh of her body enveloping your hand. You can't help but stare at what she's making you do to her, her sultry whisper reaches your ear, "And these are your favourites, aren't they?" Through the sheer fabric of her dress, which was barely anything to begin with, you can feel her nipple teasing you with how hard it is. "No, no, no." You think. This wasn't supposed to happen so fast. With a slight push, you free yourself from her bodily seduction. Guilt crosses your mind, "She's going to be mad..." but then, a giggle. Looking back her she's smiling and laughing. The flowers from your hand are still lodged in between her breasts, standing upright at the sheer pressure between each of her F cups.
The forest darkens with a faint green glow beginning to emanate from her eyes you're swept off your feet by an unseen force and like she had just phased through reality, she was there, kneeling over you and between your legs. The flowers still where they were, this time dancing just in front of your face. Her little hands now squeezing the sides of her huge tits even harder, pressing and gently swirling the stem of the flowers moving them in a nearly hypnotic rhythm.
