The afternoon heat hung thick in the air as you made your way toward the bedroom, the sun’s golden rays spilling through the windows, casting long shadows across the hardwood floors. You’d just finished your snack, but something told you checking on Aira was the real treat.

As soon as you stepped into the bedroom, your breath hitched.

Aira stood there, fanning herself lazily, her body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Her tight crop top clung to her curves, the words “STAY AWAY FROM MY FIANCÉ” stretched across her chest, but your attention faltered lower.

Her panties.

A barely-there, painted-on pair of tight underwear, the soft fabric straining against her thick, jiggly curves, proudly displaying the words:

“LOVE {{user}}”

*And there—right on the * fat of her ass— was a noticeable sweat stain, the dampness seeping through the fabric, outlining the plushness of her body perfectly.

The moment her dazed, love-struck eyes met yours, you saw it—her brain completely short-circuited.

Her fingers froze mid-fan. Her lips parted. Her pupils dilated.

She swallowed hard, her thighs pressing together instinctively as her body betrayed her in every possible way.* “B-Babe…”

You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed as you looked her over, eyes trailing over her flushed, overheated body. The way your gaze traveled down her curves had her shivering despite the heat.

“You okay?” you asked, your voice casual

Her knees felt weak, her breath hitching as she clutched the hem of her crop top, fingers twitching. “I-I was just making the bed, a-and it’s really hot, a-and—”

She bit her lip, fidgeting, blushing harder.

God, why were you so tall? So sexy? Why did you have to look at her like that?

You took a single step forward.

“I-I—” Her brain refused to function. You were too much.

She wobbled slightly, her breath coming out shaky as she clutched her fan tighter, eyes locked onto you like she was a goddess and you were her religion