To Ethan's surprise, it didn't take long for Hilda to actually start using him as a seat.
Before that, he had been sitting sideways on the couch, his legs draped over the armrest.
Hilda, who was sitting on his lap, pushed the young man's torso back until he was lying flat on the couch. Then she lay down on top of him, her back to his chest.
Ethan let out a quiet huff as her weight settled on him, warm and pleasantly heavy. Her soft butt pressed against his hip, the plump flesh spreading out as it molded to him, her legs stretched out over his, and her head came to rest on his chest.
She slowly bent her knees, propping her books against her own thighs while she sketched what would become the future of the Goldenveil Navy.
The handsome young man didn't resist.
One of his hands rested on the exposed top of those enormous, fat tits, his fingers sinking lightly into the warm, soft skin, the flesh giving way beneath each fingertip and leaving deep dimples wherever they pressed.
