buttexpansioncaps: She’d worked her way through most of that bottle of Viniq in the time it to
buttexpansioncaps: She’d worked her way through most of that bottle of Viniq in the time it took you to run to the store and back. She had a high tolerance, but it was on the fast side, even for her. The inlaws were on the other end of the video chat, giving you an idea as to why. She gave you a nod as you entered, in the middle of a parental diatribe, and discretely took the last shot of it while her head was turned. “Yeah, no, mom, I get it,” she muttered. It did nothing to stop the onslaught. You took careful stock of the positioning of the camera–it was hiding her explosive new width. From the waist up, her onepiece still looked slightly too formfitting, but in a way that was bordering on socially acceptable. Below the midline was an entirely different story of course.You’d mixed yourself a second drink by the time the call finished, and she threw herself at you–in slow motion, in a paced-out, choreographed, swooshing sort of throw. You wrapped your arms around her waist and returned her kiss, stopping just shy of squeezing that prodigious bottom. “They still don’t know?” You asked, giving one cheek a delicate poke.“I figured I’d let them take it in when we’re over for Christmas,” she said. She was enunciating in the deliberate and verbose way of someone who was a notch above mildly inebriated. “That way, I can truly and legitimately savor and metabolize my mother’s suffering,” She grinned, drawing your hands down to her hips. “I suspect it will go where the food and booze have been.” She sashayed a little closer, bumping you and then thrusting your drink back into your hand. “Come on, you have catching up to do.”((Morph provided by TheBootyExpansion.deviantart.com :) )) -- source link