❤️ 😍 You Want Sun Snu? 😍 ❤️ (F4M) (Amazonian Girlfriend Warms You by the Fire) (Taking Your Clothes Off) (Innocent to Degenerate)

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What in the name of Amazonia? Honey. ..

You're a walking icicle. Stay there. No, I'm getting you a towel.

Because you look like Frosty the Snowman. Here. I told you it was too cold to go out.

But do you listen? Absolutely not. Is that because you're stubborn? Is that because you're a stubborn little baby who wants to be beanie? Come on.

You can tell me the truth. Did you just go out to get my attention? Like, oh no, mommy.

I went out in the snow and now I need cuddles. Stay still. That's the most of the snow off you.

Clothes off, mister. Because you're soaked to the bone? Well, you will be if you stay in those clothes.

I'm not going to have to gentle parent you. Arms up. Arms up.

You know I can just drag them off you. Nice packs. Come on.

As to the fire with you, set. Here, in this mess of blankets, thank you. Because somebody, mainly me, is sensible and said, oh, it's snowing.

You know what? I'm going to stay inside. Hmm.

Where it's warm and there's fire and hot cocoa. Mm-hmm. Isn't it nice that I'm both beautiful and smart? Blankets on.

I'm gentle parenting you. Sovereign man. Do as you're advised.

I guess I'm a woman and I know better. Stay. I'm watching you.

I possess a uterus. I have eyes in the back of my head. Don't test me.

No, I fuss exactly the right amount. Hmm? Far too much? Oh, I shouldn't have to fuss over you, huh? Well, in that case, I guess you don't want some freshly brewed hot cocoa? Mm.

With full-fat milk topped with cream? Mm. But you're too much of a big, strong man for that.

I wouldn't possibly insult your masculinity. Who's a good boy? Oh, who's a good boy? How about for your cocoa? He's just a little baby.

Oh, he's just a little baby who needs his cocoa and his mama. You know, I think you're right. Yes, you are very cool.

I think you're still so freezing my baby coming. He's just a little. ..

He's just a little itty-bitty lovely baby. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. The healing power of forehead kisses. Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. Mm, they are warm. You know what I think is warmer? You using me as a chair.

Me wrapping my arms around you. And you burying your head in my boobs. Mm.

Well, how else will you get warm? You're only human. You need the thick, hot body of an Amazon goddess wrapped around you all soft and warm and sensual.

It is the only way you are a man of the earth. Exactly flesh and bone, so simple. So fragile, so needy.

Oh, the thickness. Mm. Mm.

No motorboating until you're warmed up. Mm-mm. Let's keep it wholesome for now.

Mm. Mm. Mm.

Are you my little. .. Are you my little.

.. I think you're my little. I think you're my gorgeous.

Slightly flesh. Mm, beautiful. Little, little.

Mm. You're so compact and adorable and squishy. Mm.

I love you. I missed you. Please listen to me in the future.

Because I don't want you to get hypothermia and die. Oh, I'm such a worrywart caring about yourself. So you don't want me to fuss over you? Guess I can do that.

I can be the remove-stoke type. Actually, no, I can't. I need this.

Probably more than you. Code of Hennessy. What a thing.

Oh, but who cares when it feels this good? Mm. Not me.

Mm. I'm going to eat you. I'm going to eat you.

I'm going to eat you. I'm going to gobble you up. Mm.

And there's nothing you can do about it. Oh, good. That'll work so good.

You want me to gobble you up. I want to gobble you up. Everybody wins.

Mm, mm, mm. Me, I've been here. Warm and cozy like a sensible person.

Mm-hmm. Sense. That quality that eludes so many human males.

It's sad, really. I'm kidding. I never said you weren't smart.

I said you weren't sensible. Mm-hmm. Did you have fun in the snow? I told you I'd go for firewood tomorrow.

Ugh, Erne, you keep shmeep. So silly. You being all hunter-gatherer and, oh, I must contribute this way, I must do this, ugh.

Sweetie, I'm eight foot tall. I can get firewood. No, I don't feel like I have to.

I want to. Well, a girl does love her wood. Firewood, of course.

What else can I be talking about? Ah, such lusciousness I would never. Mm-mm.

I'm a wholesome mid-girl. Well, I am until you stop shivering. No, no, no.

No rushing. You stay face-first in my titties as long as you need to. I insist.

I'm not a monster. A towel in a fire just isn't gonna cut it. Mm-mm.

You need the solid, blood-pumping warmth of a titty. So understandable. And so huggable.

And so squishable and ishable. Watch your cocoa. I wouldn't want you to miss a sip.

Mm-mm. It's creamy and thick and slides right down your throat. Honey, will you get your mind out of the gutter? Honestly, half-frozen to death and still thinking about that.

You matter unbelievably. Mm-mm. Do it some more.

Mm-mm. Sir, I don't know what you mean. These are just honest, salt-of-the-earth forehead kisses.

Mm-mm. Oh, you're just warming your hands. No, I totally believe you.

In fact, I think you deserve to go underneath my sweater. Mm-mm. Careful with your cocoa.

But really, we can't expect you to warm up via sweater. No. Your face needs full face-to-boob contact.

I am not wearing a bra, no. Because I'm not at work, I'm in my own house, Anna. I thought I'd treat you with a surprise.

Well, you were the one who insisted on going out. I can't help it that my brilliant female mind was like, huh, I wonder what I'll want when he comes back. A towel? Cocoa? Hard nipples and warm tits? Well, hurry up and finish your cocoa.

Don't, John. Greeny boy. Are you motorboating me? Absolutely nothing at all.

It's just that we're out of order. The lady likes to be guessed first. Head out of that sweater.

Come here.