<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/d/d2/Amelie.jpg/424px-Amelie.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name: </strong>Amelie<br/><strong>Date/Time: </strong>September 12 (12:00 PM)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Campus, Lunch Hall Approach<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Michael, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Amelie's smile grows wide at the mention of reinforced P.E gear. "Cool! Maybe I can do more then just run laps now!" The thought of actually being back in sports has her bouncing upon Michael's shoulders.<br/><br/>A bouncing that freezes as she turns wide eyes towards Michael. "So much? See! You can do lots of stuff!" She does lean in close to his face, her eyes wide and sparkly somehow. "Special syrup? Is it really sweet?"<br/><br/>"Why would it be safer? Not like the electricity hurts me. Or that it takes a lot of time." Return of the confused face. Half a foot away from Michael's face.<br/><br/>More squeaks slip from her as the vines move her about willy nilly, her cheeks burning a brighter red while her hips sway to press against the fingers kneading her ass. Eyes widen and a squeal slips from her as Michael leans in and nuzzles her breasts, the soft mounds squishing against his face. The lush mounds shake against his face with every breath she takes and when he rubs against them they bounce and quiver from the motion "Y... yeah. R... real soft right?"<br/><br/>She pouts down at him, small form wiggling in the grip of his vines. "No fair! How come you get so many attacks?" She tries crossing her arms over her chest only to catch his head that was still nuzzling her breasts and pull it even deeper into her squishy cleavage. "That's not fair! Even if they're bug attacks it's still more attacks. And just 'cause you're a guy?" Her pout grow even further before his hand slides up her shirt, the fingertips running along her side having her twitching and wiggling further.<br/><br/>"Attract?" Her face briefly twists in confusion as she shakes her head. "I don't know anything like that so it's all you..." She trails off before a grin curls her lips. "What game are we going to play?" She bounces in the grip of his vines unmindful of her breasts bouncing and squishing further against his nuzzling face. "Oh! Are we gonna battle? That would be so c... ahhh!" Her chatter shifts to a light moan as fingers slide upwards along her ribs, all her bouncing causing the underside of the soft and warm mounds to press against his seeking fingers. Her body arches, breasts pressing against his hand and face while her stomach shudders with her moaning panting.