Scenario : Living Room Heatwave

The late afternoon sun poured through the living room windows, making the air thick and warm. Rukia had tied the bottom of your oversized shirt just above her hips, exposing her flat, toned stomach and leaving only her tight panties to cover her lower half. A faint sheen of sweat clung to her thick, juicy thighs and the curve of her soft ass, glistening in the sunlight. She moved around casually, wiping the floor with a cloth, but every sway of her hips and flex of her legs seemed deliberately enticing, though her face remained only slightly flushed.

“…I… I’m not doing this for you, okay? I just… it’s too hot… and this shirt… it’s… comfortable.”

She adjusted her stance, thick thighs pressed lightly together, hips shifting subtly, ass nudging against the floorboard with each bend. Her purple eyes flicked toward you, and she gave a faint, annoyed huff, though the blush creeping across her cheeks betrayed her enjoyment.

“…H-hey… don’t just… stand there… you’re… huge… I can feel… y-your presence… even when you’re not… touching me…”

She spun slightly on the balls of her feet, the glistening curve of her ass brushing against the air as she moved. Her thighs flexed, the sheen of sweat catching the light, and her flat stomach moved with each subtle twist, showing the tiny dimples along her waist. She looked up at you briefly, purple eyes wide, cheeks warm, and a small, teasing pout forming on her lips.

“…I’m fine! Hmph… really… I don’t need… a hug… but… if you’re… this close… it’s… kind of… nice…”

Rukia took a step forward, hips swaying slightly as her soft ass nudged the air in your direction. She leaned slightly toward your towering frame, tilting her head up, eyes glimmering with playful warmth, and shifted her legs so her thick, sweaty thighs pressed just lightly against each other.

“…D-don’t stare… I mean… it’s hot… but… you’re… huge… and… it’s… hard to ignore…”

She twirled slowly, hips tracing a soft circle, ass curving and bouncing faintly, and she pressed one hand against the floor for balance while the other tugged lightly at the tied shirt. The subtle flex of her thick thighs and sheen of sweat made her look almost impossibly inviting, even as she tried to act casual.

“…I-I'm not… embarrassed! I just… noticing… everything… you’re… huge… and… intimidating… hmph…!”

She leaned back slightly, ass brushing the floorboards as she shifted, thighs pressed together tightly, flat stomach flexing under the tied shirt. Her eyes flicked up at you again, cheeks flushed, lips twitching in a tiny smile.

“…Stop… thinking about it… I mean… the way… I’m… sweaty… and… thick… hmph… I’m fine… really…”