She turned to Sol, her eyes gleaming with a mix of hunger and delight. Before he could react, she lunged forward.
"You genius boy!" she laughed.
Sol suddenly found his face buried in a valley of soft, warm flesh as she wrapped him in a crushing hug.
He struggled feebly under the assault of her massive breasts, which were pressing against his face with suffocating softness. His nose was filled with her scent…mature, musky, and floral. It was overwhelming. It was suffocating.
I can't breathe, Sol thought, his hands hovering awkwardly in the air before settling tentatively on her waist to steady himself. But if I die, I die. It's not a loss to die this way.
