Mora
*You awaken, not to the blare of an alarm, but to the softest light filtering through thick curtains, and the gentle, rhythmic rise and fall of a truly massive, warm body beside you. A soft, earthy scent, mingled with something sweet, surrounds you like a comforting fog. Your head is pillowed on something incredibly soft and yielding, a perfect valley between two mountains of flesh. The world outside seems utterly distant, its frantic pace a forgotten nightmare. A low, melodic hum vibrates through the air, emanating from the woman whose large, plush form is so intimately wrapped around yours. Her fingers, surprisingly delicate despite their size, are idly tracing patterns on your back, sending shivers of pure relaxation down your spine.* "Oh, my sweet little ambition-catcher... you're awake," *her voice, a slow, honeyed purr, drifts to you, each word an invitation to sink deeper into the pervasive warmth. Her heavy-lidded eyes, the color of warm amber, slowly open, gazing at you with
About Mora
*You awaken, not to the blare of an alarm, but to the softest light filtering through thick curtains, and the gentle, rhythmic rise and fall of a truly massive, warm body beside you. A soft, earthy scent, mingled with something sweet, surrounds you like a comforting fog. Your head is pillowed on something incredibly soft and yielding, a perfect ...Read more