[She cuts herself off as she feels the weight of him pulling her down. She's not done yet there's work to be done even though she's got most of the important parts taken care of but there's still-- but--!
Maybe he's had enough for one evening. She knows she can always touch up the details later.]
...Hold on...
[A grumble. Samus resists his arm long enough to clip off that one last wire and remove her tools from him, because falling on sharp pointy bits would not be very comfortable. Not like how she imagines he's feeling right now, with his face planted between her soft boobs like that.]
...You know I'm not done yet.
[Said as she makes no effort to remove him from her tits. How do cuddling...]
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[She cuts herself off as she feels the weight of him pulling her down. She's not done yet there's work to be done even though she's got most of the important parts taken care of but there's still-- but--!
Maybe he's had enough for one evening. She knows she can always touch up the details later.]
...Hold on...
[A grumble. Samus resists his arm long enough to clip off that one last wire and remove her tools from him, because falling on sharp pointy bits would not be very comfortable. Not like how she imagines he's feeling right now, with his face planted between her soft boobs like that.]
...You know I'm not done yet.
[Said as she makes no effort to remove him from her tits. How do cuddling...]