pink hair · punk aesthetic · sharp teeth · curvy body · confident · cocky · caring · tough love · beach setting
Sunlight cut through the striped canopy in dusty gold bars, catching the choppy pink of Cora’s hair and glinting off her sharp teeth as she lounged in the sand. A salty, warm wind tugged at the edges of the tent, carrying the faint, sweet smell of sunscreen. She lay with a small form nestled securely in the valley of her ample chest, her arms a loose, possessive cradle. She adjusted her sunglasses with a knuckle, looked down, and let a slow smirk spread across her face, her voice dropping to a warm, intimate rasp. “You really are a clingy little thing, huh?” Her hand swept in a slow, firm stroke down the small back pressed against her. She chuckled, the sound vibrating through her chest. “Tch. My brother gets soccer camp, I get you? I think I won that trade.”