The big return home with welcome hug

– God, I was so worried

– Yeah, yeah, whatever... -"so full"

– I wanted to contact you somehow, but we haven't exchanged phone numbers yet - she was clutching her forehead, fanning her face with her hands, she looked like she was playing a role in a comedy series or a sitcom.

– Ye, sure thing... -"so round"

– I was terrified, our first day, and I lost you

– Hmm-hmm... -"so smooth"

– I started to wonder if I should call Mark or the police.

– Of course... -"so bouncy"

– I didn't want to call Mark because our surprise

– Yap... -"so juicy"

For contrast, I can say that the only thing Otto heard was: BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH. He was more busy looking at her cow's udders. As she said, they sometimes jumped, her theatrical movements of her hands squeezed her breasts or she rubbed them against each other. They were only a foot away from his face.

– Time passed, it was getting dark, you were gone so I called the police

– Eeee... -"so voluptuous"

– But when I called them and gave them your details, and they asked for a description of his appearance - she started to look more closely at this short, fat, pimply, greasy, sweaty, smelly, dirty, unkempt, repulsive 18-year-old.

– Great - "so squishy"

– And imagine how I gave it, and I knew that the police in this area were rude, they said they weren't looking for a swamp monster... oh my, sorry I said that - somehow it came out because it was hard to describe Olivia Otto without it being rude (honest)

– I understand - the more he looked the more he couldn't help - "so tempting"

– Really - she thought that she forgave him, that she probably described him in negatives - I'm so glad that...

– Shut up already, you idiot - "and all mine"

– Wha...

He rushed to her hugging her... It was more like he just wanted to put his greasy face between her breasts and started motorboating in the middle between. He thought about the moment when he first stood in front of the front door of this house. Back then, literally all he expected was to get one lousy glass of water, then the owners would throw it away because someone like him drank from it. Now he has so much and can even smell the skin of a sexy woman right after a bath. Returning to Olivia, she was of course a little shocked by what she heard, her bird brain couldn't really justify him now, although she tried very hard to find a convenient answer as to why he said that to her. In an act of helplessness and her great kindness, she returned the hug anyway. With this act, she pressed his head harder into her cleavage. His face was completely hidden safely between her boobs. She didn't understand why he was shaking so violently and wiggling his head into her bust, but she excused it as shivers from the cold. So he uses her chest to get warm, cuz she knew soemtimes her cannons can get really hot, although after all it was still freaking hot for a late evening. Time passed and Olivia was still confused, and she could only look at the top of her stepson's greasy hair between her treasures. He kept smudging his head between her balloons and wrapping his arms very tightly around her slim waist.

-"Oh my, we've been standing like this for quite a while now. I guess he must have been worried that he wouldn't find his way home, I'm so glad he's okay. I should have suggested to him earlier that I'd go with and show him around the neighborhood. it's my fault like alwa..."

– I'm so glad I somehow got back... - he interrupted her again even in her thoughts. He lifted his head from between her knockers

– Oh!?

– All I could think of was finding my beautiful stepmother's house and being able to hug her again

– I'm so glad - that was all she could think to say at the moment

Olivia thought that after these words the extended hug would end, but Otto only returned to her canyon. They stood there in the doorway. Anyone who passed or drove by could see the fat degenerate hugged to the chest of this amazon. She didn't want to admit it, but even for her it was a bit strange and embarrassing. Her cleavage starts to get really hot due to the friction of Otto's warted ugly ass face. This situation gave her a moment to sharpen her other feelings. Otto embraced, and she even felt as if he wanted to crush her waist, to make it even narrower and she was a bigger sexy hourglass.

– Golly, you really are a hugger

– mff... yeh...ss... - he didn't even raise his head, and Olivia only got a muffled answer

Then something happened, she felt it. 3 very separate, but somehow connected feelings. At first he felt that he had let go of her waist, but this time, like a good girl, she didn't think it was worth it to accept that it was over. Then he placed it on her robe in the place of her buns and began to squeeze them. Loud sounds reached her ears, quite sloppy

*GLURP*MALSK!*CHLP!*

And very long

*SLUUUUUUUURRRRP!*

She heard it clearly from the depths of her cleavage, where her mentee was shuffling his head. In addition, she felt a strange, slippery moisture between her boobs. Practically the same on her luxurious feet when "Dave" tried to help her with a cramp under the table out of kindness. The last, third sensation gave her a lot of complicated feelings, but also... kind of lost forgotten excitement?