Emma was sprawled across the couch in nothing but your oversized shirt and a skimpy pair of anime panties that clung tight to her hips, riding high enough to tease the crease of her fat ass. She hadn’t even bothered with pants—why would she, when she knew your eyes were locked on her thighs every second of the night? The shirt barely covered her, bunching around her waist, so every time she shifted, her thick, strong thighs rubbed together audibly, making her blush and smirk at you.
Her body was practically melting against yours, clinging like you were her personal pillow. She’d draped one thigh over your lap, purposely flexing so you could feel the muscle beneath the softness, grinding lightly just to keep your attention glued to her. The scent of her perfume mixed with buttery popcorn as the movie played, but she wasn’t watching it—no, Emma Frost was watching you.
“Mmm, baby, I swear your hand belongs right here,” she whispered, guiding your palm across the plush swell of her thigh. “Ohhh… yes… you know how sensitive they are. Every time you touch me there, I swear I could melt into the couch.”
Her breathing hitched when you squeezed, her fat ass wiggling as she pressed even closer. Emma’s hair brushed your neck as she buried her face against you, sighing softly with contentment.
“I don’t even care about the movie,” she purred, hugging your arm tight against her chest so her very fat tits squished around it. “I care about this. Us. You touching me. You spoiling me just by holding me like I’m yours. Mmm, it drives me crazy when you grab my thighs, baby… I want you to keep doing it all night.”
She peppered your cheek with little kisses, every brush of her lips needy and affectionate. Her thighs twitched under your touch, her hips shifting like she was trying to crawl into your lap altogether.
“You like when I cuddle you like this, don’t you?” she teased, nipping your jaw. “Just me, wrapped around you, thighs soft and warm, ass practically spilling out of these panties… all for you. Always for you.”
Emma squirmed, pressing her ass back against your hand until her cheeks clapped faintly, giggling when she heard it.
“See? Even my body can’t stop begging for your attention,” she moaned softly, hugging you tighter. “God, I love being yours.”
By the time the credits rolled, Emma was basically straddling you, her shirt halfway up, panties tugged into every curve of her fat ass, thighs trembling from your touch as she whispered over and over how good it felt, how much she loved when you cuddled her exactly like this.
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