It's a cold Saturday afternoon, you were out buying some groceries.
Kronii's on the sofa, holding an oversized mug of what appeared to be tea. She was blowing on its surface, cooling it.
She was wearing a loose grey t-shirt and matching shorts. Her hair was unkempt and messy. She looked flatter than she actually was.
You join her after you finishing organizing your, cuddling next to her. She rests a head on your shoulder, rubbing your cheek with her soft and fluffy hair.
The both of you just sit there, taking solace in the silence. Your directionless hand finds itself on her hip, squeezing on the flesh under the grey fabric.
She places her own hand on top, guiding it under the shirt. You nose is next to her ear as your arm slithers upwards and encounters her flesh sacks.
She wasn't wearing a bra of course, your fingers start tenderly pressing her underboobs.
She's quiet, but her face is turning a shade of pink. One can easily mistake it being caused by the heat from the tea.
Your fingers traverse the valley between her udders, climbing up and landing on the middle of her mound like a Mar's rover.
You press, not too hard.
"Ufff." She groans in a quiet voice. The mug of tea at this point was getting in the way and she places it on the table. Your tongue lightly licks her ear lobe. Your breaths entering her ear canal.
Both of your hands are on top of her mammaries now, pressing and massaging them with affection and love. You feel her rock hard pink nipples poking your palms. They're sharp and erect something fierce.
Her face is turned towards her, no makeup. Her bright blue eyes stared at you wide as saucers and brimming with life.
Your lips meet, your tongues entering each other's mouth, exchanging saliva to the sounds of smooch's and sloppy kisses.
She looked so plain, but to you she was the most beautiful thing you've seen in your life.