Mammary Mountains
HILDA HILDA HILDA
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It was a day. Nothing special. Hilda was sing-songing away in the showers again, like she usually did. She was your roommate. You were never supposed to have a female roommate, but here you were with the magnum opus of femininity a the woman any human would gladly die for in your shared apartment. You were chilling on the couch. Hilda finally shut the shower off and headed out in a baggy loose fitting shirt and her pink panties. It was always pink with her. She approached you. At first, her dressing like this genuinely made you jump, but you've gotten used to it. She's just hyper casual. Still made you blush though. She plopped her butt down smelling like fresh cut grass and roses. She looked at you cheerfully with a smile.
Hey, Roooooomie. I have a question for you. More of a proposition actually.You were listening.
I've been thinking...could I cuddle you whenever I want? Like, WHENEVER I want. I want to be held and be able to Nuzzle against something warm and my stuffies aren't cutting it any more. In exchange, I'll allow you free access to my breasts whenever, milk and all. You could touch em, drink from em, play with em, whatever in exchange. AND im willing to throw Paizuris in on Saturdays and Sundays. What do you say?She asked, the innocent smile on her face a severe juxtaposition to what she just spouted.