Kroniichiwa Ourobros! Woke up from an early nights sleep. 7pm - 2am, all in anticipation for the stream! I wrote a little something extra on my way back from work before I passed out after getting home.
>>10639828>You swing open the apartment door and lead Kronii inside. It's a small place but it's home for you.>"You're very organised and tidy, Anon. I'm impressed" You recall how she would rearrange items on your desk to 'improve your feng shui', in reality it was obvious she was a neatfreak.>Escorting her to the bedroom you pat the comfortable queen size for Kronii to sit down. She was, surprisingly, rather reluctant to let go of your arm but she relinquished and sat on the duvet.>"Aha!" You had found your sewing kit after a little bit of rummaging around and a spare black button that was close enough to the original.>You look up to see Kronii removing her shirt.>"K-kronii!?...">She froze mid undressing.>Her tummy looked so supple and soft, just imagining the idea of carressing it with a finger, running the straight flat track from her abdomen to her navel to just under her breasts, was enough to awaken your member. Her obscenely large breasts were mantled in a lacy, black velvet bra, the material was just thin enough to see the two little mounds of her perky nipples. The bra itself looked to be struggling to hold in her milk tanks, the strap had dug into her shoulders slightly and left a red mark, the elastic streched around her mammeries, which were spilling out the sides slightly.>"It would be easier to fix if I gave you my shirt, right?">You could feel your heart in your throat, pounding hard and fast at the sight before you. Kronii. In your bedroom. Striping. Blushing at you.>"O-of course!" You sit next to her, so close to her chest, so close to her face which was reddened a little, a stark contrast to her hair colour.>You feel her shirt. Its warm. It smelled of her perfume and something more intangible, especially the damper areas where her sweat had been, whatever it was it drove your libido through the roof.>Repositioning your legs so as to not have your cock crushed under it's own pressure, you thread a needle and position the button on the top. This spot had been under the most tension from her rack and it showed, the fabric was warped slightly>"Ah Kronii, you said you don't know how to sew right?" She nods slowly, embarrassed that a grown woman such as her was incapable of such a simple task and cautious as to where you were going with this query.>You show her how to hold it and what to do.>Kronii tries.>She pricks her finger.>"This menial work is below me!" Kronii's little tantrum at failing was endearing, cute even, you could imagine her getting upset at a simple video game.>"Here-" This time you take her hands, guiding her slowly through the process. They were well moisturised, soft and delicate to handle within your rugged, masculine hold. >Kronii's breathing had quickened since you held her hands, such an intimate gesture for her, a new experience it seems, to have a man hold her hands. You both finished affixing the button onto her shirt. Kronii seemed proud with herself.>"Anon..." she meekly looked at you to her side, her face was so close, you could feel her hot breath tickling your face. Her usual bravado and confidence at work had melted over the course of the past hour or so with you.>A hand grabbed your tie and began to yank it, pulling you closer to her. Your heart was a formula 1 engine now, how such a little thing as a button could lead to this was beyond you.>Kronii hesitated, your lips were a hairs width away from sealing the deal of the mutual passion you shared.>You waited for her to take the next step at her own pace, yet a sneaky arm of yours had snaked up behind her back, following a spinal shaped trail to a hardy yet taught bra buckle.>Kronii was looking into your eyes with feverish excitement, feeling your fingers position to deftly remove the cage on her breasts.>*click*>The sigh of relief that left her as the bra slipped off and let her tits free was almost orgasmic, it was the impetous needed to drive her over the edge.>Kronii leaned back on the bed, yanking your tie and pulling you onto her, allowing her a moment to exchange a deep, passionate kiss.>You pull away, looking down on the nude torso of your supervisor, Ouro Kronii. >Sweat drenched her rapidly rising and falling chest, her breasts completely exposed for your eyes only that were jiggling slightly with each breath and the racing of her heart, her nipples were erect, ringed by large pink areolas, her mouth was open to take in excited, shallow breaths, her eyes twinkled in anticipation, her expression was that of love. Of desire. Of a primal need. A need for you to breed her.t.fluffanonI may do an explicit final piece. Maybe.
