I love big sis’s cheeky attitude that leaks out from time to time towards me.
I love big sis’s cooking.
I love big sis’s thigh pillows.
I love big sis’s face when she’s sleeping, the one when she gets to truly let go and fall asleep.
I love big sis’s hell-like training, as it’s completely for my own betterment.
I love big sis’s smile. The genuine kind, not the one she uses as a mask.
I love big sis’s laughter, which only comes along with her smile.
I love big sis’s alluring flat breasts.
I love big sis’s tiny nipples.
I love big sis’s cute small butt and her backdoor.
I love big sis’s erotically wet fluids.
I love big sis’s innocent, tight folds.
I love big sis’s little button.
I love big sis’s lost of assertion in bed.
I love big sis’s submissiveness to me.
I love big sis’s yelps and moans.
I love big sis’s love towards me.
I love big sis’s rough hands.
I love big sis’s scars, every one of them proof of her tenacity.
I love big sis’s paranoid-like attention to detail.
I love big sis’s silhouette in battle, especially if she’s using a blade.
I love big sis’s idea of protecting me, even if I didn’t agree with it.
I love big sis’s imperfect body. It’s perfect.
I love big sis.
