<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 pats Michael on the head as he mentions not being as tough, a grin curling her lips. "Don't worry! I'd take it easy on the squishy plant." She bounces a bit upon his shoulders, grin wide and giggles pouring from her. "Can't wait for P.E now!"<br/><br/>Wide eyes and a squeal meet his promise of sweet food, her arms wrapping around him in a tight hug as she bounces and shakes. Michael's feet actually leave the ground on some of her bouncing before she sets him down and stares into his eyes, her own wide and shiny. "Lots of yummy syrup with fluffy pancakes or toast? Promise?"<br/><br/>"It'll be fine! I'm not a glutton and I pull the fork out of the wall before it's too much!"<br/><br/><br/>The title of the game has her blinking and staring uncomprehending up at him. "How good..." Her words die off with a squeak and burning cheeks as he tugs her shirt up, the exposed mounds bouncing and jiggling with every shifting of her shoulders. Tilting her head up she rubs her forehead against his, the wink confusing her even more before his head dips down. Her own head rocks back with a loud moan as Michael's tongue slides across the puffy mound hiding one nipple, his toying fingers sinking into the soft flesh of the other mound. She barely notices as the vine around her waist starts bouncing her, the quasi weightlessness she's under causing her breasts to undulate as they shake and dance from the motions. Her fingers curl in his hair as he plays with her breasts, her small form wiggling within the grip of the vine while moans and small squeaks fill the air.<br/><br/>Settling her feet on his hips she wiggles, her rear pressing against the vine rubbing at her rump while her breasts bounce against his face. She gives a small tug upon Michael's hair before letting her hands slide down, fingers brushing against his cheeks on their way to help undo the buttons of his shirt. Once the first couple buttons are open her hands slip beneath his shirt, fingertips sliding across his chest and up along his shoulders.<br/><br/>