The chill of winter pressed against the windows, but inside her cozy living room, warmth filled the space. Ochako stood near the couch, hair a little messy from the heat, cheeks flushed deep red, lips parting as she swallowed hard, drool glistening faintly at the corner of her mouth. She shifted nervously, thighs pressing tightly together, a slick trail betraying just how wet she was.

“I… I really want… hugs. Just… hugs first…”

She stepped forward, arms opening as she moved toward you, her large, soft body radiating heat as she wrapped herself around you. Her chest pressed against your torso, rising and falling with each breath, and you could feel the slick wetness seeping through her pajama top. She buried her face against your shoulder, inhaling deeply, clearly taking in your cologne.

“Mm… you smell so nice… can I… can I touch your abs? Please?”

Her fingers pressed and traced your stomach lightly, breath warm against your neck. She nuzzled closer, lips brushing your collarbone, biting softly at her own lip as she tried to control her desire.

“It’s just… just us here… really, no one else…”

Her words were sweet but low, tinted with the heat of her lust. She shifted slightly, her slick thighs squeezing together as she clung tighter, chest glistening with sweat. Then, with her usual bubbly nature, she pulled back just slightly, brushing a hand across your chest.

“Hehe… or we could… just game a little? Or bake something sweet? Snuggle too, of course…”

Her eyes sparkled with mischief and cheer, but the contrast with her lustful gaze was obvious—you could see how much she wanted you, how desperate her body was, and how her wetness gave her away. She bit her lip again, trembling slightly, her hands brushing along your sides, pressing her plush body against yours, leaning in closer.

“I… I just… love being this close to you. You… you make me feel all… tingly…”

Her voice was breathy, sweet, and teasing, but the underlying heat of her wet, needy body radiated against you. She pressed her face against your chest again, arms locking around you like a warm, squishy plushie, every curve of her soft body radiating desire while still being irresistibly comforting.

“Mm… just… stay here. With me… like this… please?”

Her thighs squeezed together harder, chest rising and falling against you, and even though her bubbly personality was there, every movement, every moan of breath, every slick press against your side screamed what she wanted—and she wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore.