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“I-I guess we can…” > Adora mumbles that anxiously while Perfuma runs her hands over her curves, and starts to unbuckle her belt. True to the promise, it helps her breathe easier - she probably did eat too much during their meeting anyway. Maybe Adora should’ve thought of that when she realized squeezing down into this comfortable alcove was tight on the way in, but manageable. > Undoing the belt doesn’t loosen her much, but it does make it so it’s easier to pull off her pants over her big butt. “I -hfff- I don’t know what happened. Can wood shrink?”
“Sometimes, but I think it’s much more likely that your waistline grew, instead.”
> With that permission given, Perfuma wastes no more time; those pants come right down to Adora’s ankles, exposing whatever underwear she’s wearing to the (thankfully empty) little dining room that the two had decided to take their tea in. What a lovely view...
“You know... I can think of a few things we could do to take advantage of this scenario, Adora...”
> Perfuma’s hand gets right back onto Adora’s ass, slender fingers squeezing in before she’s given a light, playful spank.
“You were awfully snarky during tea, weren’t you?”
