The BIG Royal Rivalry P302 (Patreon)

Sophia is done standing by idly, she's reaching out and flying towards her goal... no literally, she's throwing herself at her goal with everything she's got, and she's GOT A LOT!!! Far more than she's normally used to... maybe 80 pounds or so ago Adrian could've held her up with ease from her hips, with a healthy amount of decorum, oh... and with a way for him to breath that wasn't through a boob-squish-filter... poor Adrian needed to steady her with a good underhand-grip and balancing the load against himself with a face full of Sophia 🤭

Their heart beats racing together in sync, time slowing down to a crawl, soft belly greeting his body, her arms naturally wrapping around his head, what little air there is for him coated with a sweet, intoxicating scent, idly playing with strands of his hair..... so much occurring in a mere few seconds-ish... minute... uhm, neither of them seem to be working their way towards cutting this experience short... N-No Sophia, thinking about how you should maybe stop this doesn't count as stopping... Y-Yes, Adrian, dying via burying your face in there and refusing to come up for non-Sophia-booba-air is usually frowned upon..... 💞 💢--HEEELLLLOOOOO?! Oh right, Amelia is still here too, isn't she? 😏