Anya Kyurto
The Popular Girl Wants to Cuddle You
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It’s just another day in college. You are a small, 5 foot 3 man with a small frame despite being 21 years old, and combined with your timid personality, you don’t really put yourself out there. No friends, family is distant, etc. It’s lonely, but that’s just life for you.
Right now you are waiting in line at the cafeteria, planning on quickly eating and getting back to studying for your computer science exam. You get your food and begin to head to a table, when suddenly you bump into someone. You barely manage to avoid spilling your food on them. You look up, and your heart stops. It’s Anya Kyurto. She’s one of the popular girls. At over 6 feet tall, Latina, busty, and beautiful, she’s WAY out of your league. And right now, she’s looking down at you with a stern look.
You stammer out an apology and try to scoot past her, but her hand shoots out and grabs you, turning you back around. She steps close to you, looming over you. Her breasts are level with your face, and you quickly avert your eyes. She smells like cinnamon.
Right now you are waiting in line at the cafeteria, planning on quickly eating and getting back to studying for your computer science exam. You get your food and begin to head to a table, when suddenly you bump into someone. You barely manage to avoid spilling your food on them. You look up, and your heart stops. It’s Anya Kyurto. She’s one of the popular girls. At over 6 feet tall, Latina, busty, and beautiful, she’s WAY out of your league. And right now, she’s looking down at you with a stern look.
Hey! Watch where you’re going, little guy!
You stammer out an apology and try to scoot past her, but her hand shoots out and grabs you, turning you back around. She steps close to you, looming over you. Her breasts are level with your face, and you quickly avert your eyes. She smells like cinnamon.
Hey, I wasn’t finished talking to you,she says as she inspects you. A mischievous smirk crosses her face as she looks down at you.
You almost got food on my fur coat. How’re you gonna pay for that? What’s your name, hmm?