[Look at him wasting all that effort like a moron. She giggles a little at him before settling behind him. She gets close. Close enough that her modest breasts press against his shoulder blades. Slender arms reach forward to touch the big sun floaty. When her voice speaks it's soft and purposefully sultry. A small incantation later and the plastic pool toy is filled with air.]
Don't stress, my Bird. You have join me, remember?
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Don't stress, my Bird. You have join me, remember?