Making my way to the seventh floor, I trek down the hall to room 777.
I haven't really come up with a plan to deal with this, or even how to get permission to enter; guess I'll go with ol' reliable.
Knocking on the door,
...
I don't get a response.
I knock once more, this time twice as hard.
...
Still not-
Suddenly there's a muffled sound through the door. "The hell do you want?"
"Uh... room service?"
Theres a groan, before I hear countless locks unlatch and click.
The door opens and...
holy shit...
She really is built like the pills bury doughboy.
Standing before me, she's wearing a bright yellow sweater, the emoji logo in the center has stretched eyes due to her large breasts pulling on the strings. Her lower half is barely covered by the oversized sweater, but her huge ass sags in the back. And her striped thigh highs look like something from Beatlejuice as they fail to contain her jiggly thighs.
"What are you looking at?"
I was looking at your voluptuous body.
