Pressing soft kisses along Abees roots sprouting from her noggin, he quietly strokes her locks, "A-Bee-Kiss"
Trembling a little from the touch and feel of her antennae, wriggling her hips as she squeals, “A-Ay…don’t..touch there..” The red head wiggles her antennae, face gradually burning a shade of red itself, “Quit it.”















