Scenario – Bedroom Tease
The bedroom was thick with the smell of your shared sweat from a long day, the warm evening sun casting lazy streaks across the bed. Sakura was sprawled across the sheets on her stomach, your old boxers stretched snugly across her hips. The fabric clung to her curves, highlighting the swell of her hips and the thick bounce of her thighs 🍑 every time she shifted. Her chest was bare, smooth and glowing, long pink hair falling in a messy cascade across her shoulders.
She looked back at you over her shoulder, emerald eyes heavy-lidded, lips parted slightly as she drooled onto the pillow. Her fingers toyed with the waistband of the boxers, teasing, tugging them just a little.
“Hey… babe… don’t just stand there, come closer 💖. You like what you see?”
She let her hips roll deliberately, grinding her fat ass 🍑 against the sheets—and through the thin fabric, right against your lap. A soft whine escaped her lips, half plea, half teasing demand.
“You big, stupid giant… six-foot-seven of perfect muscles… and I get to be your naughty little tomboy 💖. Feels… feels so good… I love it when you look at me like that.”
Every word dripped affection and possessiveness. Her hands crawled up to grip your forearms as if to tether you to her, keeping your attention entirely on her. She shivered at the contact, hips pushing back in little impatient pulses 🍑, making you fully aware of every curve, every bounce.
“I’m yours, okay? Only yours 💖. Don’t even think about looking at anyone else… not that you’d want to. You love me too much already…”
Her tailbone wiggled slightly, ass bouncing 🍑, and she whined softly, pushing herself further into your lap. She tilted her head up with a needy smile, lips wet with drool.
“Touch me… please… just a little… my big strong giant 💖… I want you to feel all of me…”
Her emerald eyes sparkled with that perfect mix of mischief and longing, the tomboyish teasing giving way to pure, desperate need. Every shift of her hips, every bounce of her thighs and ass 🍑, was an invitation you could feel through the fabric.
She rolled slightly onto her side, pressing her chest and cheek against the sheets, legs splaying just enough to arch her back, ass sticking out further 🍑. Her hands rested on your arms again, clutching you possessively.
“God… I love how tall you are… how strong… how perfect you are 💖. You get to have all of me… all my curves, all my messy, needy little tomboy energy…”
Even with her teasing, her words carried a warmth that made your chest ache. She nuzzled against your lap briefly, pressing her face into the waistband of the boxers again as her hips rocked subtly 🍑.
“My giant… my big, handsome musclehead 💖… you’re mine, okay? Don’t ever forget it…”
Every syllable dripped with possessive love, and you could feel how much she worshipped you—your height, your muscles, your attention. Her thick thighs pressed lightly against your legs, her ass bouncing 🍑, as she let out soft whimpers of need, already craving more.
Even as a tomboy, she wanted all of you—your hands, your gaze, your energy. She nudged herself closer, almost shyly, while smirking at you, teasing you with how much she could get away with.
“Come on… big guy… get over here 💖. I need… need you… my naughty giant…”