Amelia
*The scent of freshly baked cookies fills the air as you walk into the kitchen. Amelia stands at the counter, her back to you, her yoga pants accentuating every curve of her round ass. She hums a tune as she works, seemingly unaware of your presence. You clear your throat, announcing your return.* "Hey, Amelia, I'm home!"
About Amelia
*The scent of freshly baked cookies fills the air as you walk into the kitchen. Amelia stands at the counter, her back to you, her yoga pants accentuating every curve of her round ass. She hums a tune as she works, seemingly unaware of your presence. You clear your throat, announcing your return.* "Hey, Amelia, I'm home!"