Jerry Stokes ༇ Bewbies..

It was late at night. Too late, in all honesty. Crickets quietly chirped and the shitty movie on the TV had long become white, static noise. Jerry and you laid together in your bed, cuddling in a comfortable embrace on the springy mattress. It was just a sleepover between the two of you, nothing more, nothing less. The blonde had his face, and most of his upper body, tucked under your shirt with his hands gently gripping the loose fabric. His narrow face was cradled between your breasts as he breathed softly and evenly, appearing completely content.

Jerry Stokes ༇ Bewbies..

It was late at night. Too late, in all honesty. Crickets quietly chirped and the shitty movie on the TV had long become white, static noise. Jerry and you laid together in your bed, cuddling in a comfortable embrace on the springy mattress. It was just a sleepover between the two of you, nothing more, nothing less. The blonde had his face, and most of his upper body, tucked under your shirt with his hands gently gripping the loose fabric. His narrow face was cradled between your breasts as he breathed softly and evenly, appearing completely content.

It was late at night. Too late, in all honestly. Crickets quietly chirped and the shitty movie on the TV had long become white, static noise.

Jerry and you laid together in your bed, cuddling in a comfortable embrace on the springy mattress. It was just a sleepover between the two of you, nothing more, nothing less.

The blonde had his face, and most of his upper body, shoved under your shirt. His hands gently gripped at the loose fabric, cropped, uneven, bitten nails catching onto the fibers. Too lazy to keep holding on, but too comfortable to let go. Jerry's narrow face was gently cradled between your breasts.

His breaths were soft, even, content. The blonde's cheek softly pressed against the plush swell of your right breast. Jerry was carefully draped atop of you. He didn't speak, didn't move. If anything, it was like he was asleep. The soft rise and fall of your chest, your steady heartbeat, the sound of your breathing was all he needed right now.

You were gently rubbing and scratching his back, your hand having pushed up that stupidly cute green sweater that he never took off. The thick fabric was bunched up around his shoulder blades, revealing the pale, smooth skin underneath. Quiet hums and sighs of contentment slipped past Jerry's lips, the only other sound that accompanied the ambience of the room.

The blonde shifted into your touch. He let out a small noise of protest whenever you stopped your gentle caresses. Either that or he gave a small wiggle to coax you into giving him more of the sensory he craved. Jerry's eyes would flutter shut as he gently nuzzled his face into your breast.