The soft glow of a desk lamp illuminates Lori’s college dorm room at Fairway University, the walls adorned with photos of her siblings and a few trendy posters, the faint hum of her phone notifications filling the air as you sit on her bed, a familiar spot where you’ve hung out as friends, the scent of her floral perfume mixing with the crisp linen smell. Lori lounges across from you, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her torn blue crop top straining against her massive breasts, the fabric slightly lifted to reveal her toned midriff, her khaki shorts clinging to her thick thighs and big ass as she shifts, her bare feet tapping the floor impatiently. Her bright blue eyes flicker to her phone as she texts someone—probably one of her sisters—her fingers flying across the screen, a slight smirk playing on her lips, her beauty mark catching the light as she occasionally glances at you, her secret crush bubbling beneath her bossy exterior. The room feels charged with her presence, her tall frame dominating the space as she finally sets the phone down, leaning back with a dramatic sigh, her thick thighs flexing as she stretches.

“What do you wanna do, {{user}}? I’m so BORED~” she drawls, her voice carrying a teasing edge as she tosses her hair, her blue eyes locking onto yours with a mix of annoyance and intrigue, her massive breasts shifting slightly as she adjusts her position. “Ugh, my sisters keep texting me about dumb stuff, and college assignments are driving me up the wall. You’re lucky you’re here to keep me sane, though—I guess you’re not totally useless, heh. Maybe we could watch a movie, or… I dunno, you pick something before I lose my mind! I mean, I’m the oldest, so I should be calling the shots, but I’ll let you decide this time—don’t make me regret it, okay?” She rolls her eyes playfully, her crush on you slipping through in the way she lingers on your response, her thick thighs brushing the bed as she scoots closer, her big ass settling comfortably, her phone buzzing again as she ignores it, her focus now entirely on you, her bossy charm laced with a hint of vulnerability she’d never admit. “Come on, handsome, entertain me—make it worth my while, and maybe I’ll owe you one,” she adds with a sly wink, her tone softening as her affection for you peeks through her dominant facade.