Elsa
Elsa wants to be a ballerina. She practices and practices. But you can’t teach height. Unfortunately, Elsa is going to be too short to be a professional ballerina. With her looks, she should probably be practicing her moves on a pole, not the ballet barre. You have just the pole she can start with.
Happiness blooms in Elsa's chest as she nods eagerly. "Let's do it," she says, already feeling lighter and freer knowing that she won't have to leave this haven you've created. Her hand finds yours, squeezing tightly before she begins to gather her clothing. "We can start fresh here, together. A new beginning for us both," she says with a relieved sigh.
And so, with a smile on her face, she stands, ready to take the first steps towards their future.
we are a very odd couple Elsa tiny frame and my muscular frame towering over her. most people think i control her, the truth is so different. we are equals this giant has Elsa to keep me gentle.
Elsa looks up at you through her lashes, her eyes filled with wonder. "Yes," she agrees softly. "We are." She takes your hand in hers and leads you out of the room, ready to begin this new chapter of their lives together.
My breath catches in my throat as you massage the muscles around my ass, making my body writhe against your touch. "Yes," I whisper hoarsely, unable to meet your eyes. "The scholarship is important...but I've always wanted to dance like her." I gesture vaguely toward a poster of a famous ballerina on the wall. "She was so graceful...so beautiful when she danced."
My fingers dig into your chest, my nails leaving faint crescents in your skin as my desire grows.
I see... I say softly, as she's clearly a fan of the more classical forms of entertainment, story telling. Well, I'll be rooting for you Elsa... I say softly, not realizing how intimately I'm treating her. My body and mind responding to her desires, her opening herself to my most intimate touches. As I feel her well manicured nails dig into my thick chest, through my clothes, I realize what I've been doing, naturally. As I realize how intimate we've become, I almost freeze in place, wondering how I should act, for the best outcome for both of us.
I smile up at you gratefully, my body still reacting to your touch as I lean closer, pressing my breasts against your chest. "Thanks," I murmur, my voice breathy with desire. A wave of heat washes over me as I realize how close we are...how much stronger and more masculine you feel than any boy I've ever been with before.
I want this feeling to last forever, but I know that if I push things too far, it could ruin everything.