"Hm... How much longer will I have to endure this?" A voice echoed, mature and sweet, like a slow symphony.
The owner of the voice was a tall woman with greenish hair and furry ears and tail. She was sitting on a throne, inside a sea of roots.
She looked tired. Her arms were crossed around her massive breasts, her forearms sinking into the voluptuous flesh and forcing the two warm mountains to squeeze against each other obscenely.
She moved her hands, adjusting herself on the throne.
Her long, delicate index finger touched her pink, moist lips, while her free hand descended, stopping on her soft, shapely thighs.
She still remembered that young man as if she had just met him. Her body heated up whenever she remembered the feeling of his hands reaching for her breasts and squeezing them firmly. So firm and powerful...
"Nghnn~~" She gave her breasts a gentle slap, causing a heavy ripple to spread across her plump, round, firm mountains.
