Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35898511-20181105062008/@comment-36855838-20181105143522

I plant my ass on the ground and pull out a bag of caramels, popping one into my mouth, I chuck one into the open mouth of the cheshire cat.

She tumbles out of the tree, gagging on the surprise candy.

She gnashes her teeth furiously, growling and pawing at her face as she rolls around in the dirt.

"Yeah, chewing's a bad idea, soft candy melts in your mouth, so you should've let it sit."

She stops rolling around, still looking quite uncomfortable, and vanishes into thin air.

I listen, straining my ears, her footsteps crunch in the autumn leaves, I stand up, looking as confused as possible.

''One. . .two. . .three!''

I spin around, baring my teeth at empty air, very startled and screaming empty air.

She tumbles to the ground, reappearing.

I kneel down and immediately lift her into my arms, which, conveniently enough, shoves my aching member right between her large, soft thighs.

I sigh in contentment and relief, and she stands with me, leaning against my frame for support.

We stand swaying for a good while, every shift of her legs bringing gentle, teasing pleasure.

At some point, my pants and undergarments are pulled aside, her arms circle me, and mine circle her, we kiss, our tongues eager but respectful.

As the sun sets, we head back to her home, a house sized brick-lined cave beneth a tree up the fourth path.

The floor is coated in mattresses, blankets, and pillows, and we settle down for a night of sex, eagerly groping at each-others bodies.