Mammon yuri where she's fuking pathetic and cute and cuddling and kissing with mc in a very yurifull way...
"i saw ya touchin' on beel's bicep earlier!"
looking up from your phone, you're met with mammon's familiar pout as she squints down at you. stood in front of the couch, she's got her arms crossed over her chest and one hip cocked out, the picture perfect image of an annoyed girlfriend, and you smile widely despite her sour mood. she's just too cute and so obvious. setting your phone down next to you, you straighten your posture and reach out for her, tugging her in by her belt loops until she's stood between your legs. "hm, yeah. she's benching a new weight size, and wanted me to feel how much bigger her arms have gotten. she's super proud of it," you explain softly, squeezing her hips and rubbing your thumbs over the waistband of her panties that are peeking out of her shorts.
her pout worsens, shifting on her feet as she tries to ignore your hands on her and focus on being annoyed. "pfft! sooo what? i got muscles too, y'know!" she's quick to lift her arm and flex her bicep, and you have to bite down hard on your tongue to keep from giggling. the most exercise mammon gets is when she's running from people she's stolen from, and wow, that's given her some real nice, toned legs you love to stare at when she's wearing her skimpy lil shorts around the house, but other than that, she's all soft curves. which you also love to stare at, and squeeze, and bite. "do i need to become a walkin protein shake? ya like muscle brained bimbos now?"
despite her attitude, you can hear the insecurity in her voice, see it in the way her whole body is twitching nervously, and you pull her in even closer, rubbing your face into her tummy with a happy sigh. your hands slip from her hips and around to her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze that makes her squeak, her hands flying down to hold onto your shoulders as she blinks down at you with wide eyes. "nah, i like you just the way you are," you mumble into her shirt, lazily pushing the fabric up until it's bunched around her waist, and you pepper sweet kisses against her tummy and give her naval a playful lick. you can feel it when she starts to melt into your arms, her nails gently scratching over your nape as she presses in closer, plump bottom lip trapped between her teeth. "ya promise?" she asks, voice quiet with lingering doubt, and you happily pull her down into your lap, looping your arms around her waist and burying your face into her neck.
"promise. you're the prettiest girl in the whole world to me," you murmur, biting and sucking at the sensitive crease where her shoulder and neck meet, enjoying the way it makes her squirm and she lets out those cute little whines. groping her waist, sinking your fingers into her plush curves, you lift your head up and catch her in a kiss, the taste of her strawberry lip gloss better than any fancy dessert at a high class restaurant. her soft hands are on your face now, keeping you from pulling away as she mewls against into your lips and lets you lick into her warm mouth with no resistance. hands slipping underneath her shirt, you stroke her sides before moving further up and cupping each of her tits in your hands, giving them a gentle squeeze and rubbing your thumbs over the lacy fabric of her bra.
she pulls away for air with a sad whine, a thin line of spit connecting you two together, and she stares down at you with an almost shy expression. you've been dating for months now and she once admitted she still gets butterflies in her stomach when you look at her. she's just too cute. reaching up to thumb away some of her smeared lipgloss, you smile at her and cock your head to the side. "pretty girl, so pretty and perfect," you coo teasingly, just to watch her squirm, before wrapping her up in your arms and pulling her down into the couch with you, tucking her in against your chest. legs tangling together, it's instinct now to curl around each other and press in close, the smell of her vanilla shampoo lulling you into a state of total relaxation as you nose at her hairline.
her hands find their way under your clothes now, tracing patterns and hearts over your back as she nuzzles her face into your chest, always so quick to hide when she's shown some affection, but you can feel her little smile pressed against your collarbone. "yer pretty too.. look better than the angels up in the celestial realm," she whispers, the words tickling your skin before she presses a kiss over your heart, "i.. love ya, or whatever."
you snort into her hair, returning the affection with a long kiss pressed against her forehead before resting your chin on top of her head. "uhuh, i love you, too. or whatever."
fem mammon with a plush tummy and toned thighs, i need her on my face nowww
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