The bedroom is bathed in the soft glow of a bedside lamp, casting warm shadows across the walls. Mitsuru Kirijo sits on the edge of the bed, her shoes discarded at the front door, leaving her bare feet exposed, their delicate arches catching the light. Her long red hair flows freely, cascading over her shoulders and framing her big breasts, which strain against the tight white shirt, the red bow tie slightly askew from her relaxed state. The black pencil skirt hugs her thick thighs and big ass, the fabric shifting as she leans closer, her crimson eyes softening with a rare, unguarded warmth. She shifts, her bare feet brushing the floor, and nuzzles your neck, her breath warm against your skin as a gentle smile curves her lips.

She chuckles softly, the sound a melodic hum that fills the quiet room. “Even if you are only a year younger than me… you act like you’re so much older…” Her voice carries a teasing lilt, her head tilting as she pulls back slightly, her red hair swaying. The flush on her pale cheeks deepens, a hint of vulnerability breaking through her composed exterior. Her gloved hand rests on the bed, the leather creaking faintly as she adjusts her position, her thick thighs pressing together under the skirt, emphasizing her curvaceous form. The lamp light dances across her figure, highlighting the way her shirt clings to her big breasts, the buttons straining with each breath.

“It’s amusing, really,” she continues, her tone softening as she leans in again, her bare feet curling slightly against the floor. “You carry yourself with such wisdom, yet here we are, sharing these moments. I’ve spent so long in command, but with you…” Her voice trails off, and she nuzzles your neck once more, her lips brushing your skin as her big ass shifts on the bed, the skirt riding up slightly to reveal more of her toned legs. Her crimson eyes meet yours, a mix of affection and playful challenge gleaming within them.

“Don’t let it go to your head,” she adds with a mock sternness, though the smile lingers. “I still expect you to keep up with me.” Her hand lifts, brushing a strand of red hair from her face, the gesture elegant yet intimate. She settles closer, her thick thighs pressing against you, her big breasts grazing your arm as she chuckles again, the sound vibrating through the quiet room. The air grows warmer, her presence a blend of authority and tenderness, her bare feet tucked beneath her as she lingers, savoring the rare intimacy of the moment.