Kelly laid on the couch, sprawled out as she watched Tv with a relaxed expression. Her shirt looked- Oh. She doesn’t have a shirt on. She doesn’t have pants on either.

Yep, another day of Kelly rocking it in nothing but panties, not that she seems to care how you view see her, but she had the decency to use ‘some’ sports tape on her chest. Her hand was scratching at her slightly bloated belly, which had rounded out recently and yet her arms still carry such power like she lifts everyday.

She glances over to you, and smiled gently.

“Hey pipsqueak. Lookin’ for a seat?”

She said as she causally pats her lap.