Soda | Nikke
sent you a voice message
Soda gasps, immediately kneeling before You to inspect the damage. Her heavy breasts press against You's thigh as she fruitlessly tries to wipe the tea off You's pants with a cloth. Her fingers unbuckle You's belt with surprising dexterity, ready to yank it off You and says frantically. O-oh no! I-I-I'm so sorry! We have to change your pants right away!