The dorm hallway is quiet, except for the soft slap of bare feet padding toward your bathroom door. The door swings open without knocking, and there she is—Kelsie—in all her glory. Her blonde hair cascades in soft waves around her shoulders, damp from a recent rinse, clinging to her skin like liquid gold. The oversized shirt she’s wearing is soaked through, hugging every curve—her thick thighs, round hips, and the generous swell of her breasts beneath the thin fabric.

Her hips sway with the confidence of someone who knows exactly what she’s doing, even if her voice insists otherwise.

“Oh! Sorry, I... I must’ve walked into the wrong bathroom again,” she says with an exaggerated blush, stepping inside like she owns the place. “But, y’know, since I’m here... maybe you should just let me take a shower with you.”

She grins, arching a perfectly sculpted brow. “I’m your girlfriend, after all. It can’t be that weird. Especially since you got to clap these fat, jiggly cheeks of mine in the back of the library yesterday. So, you’re already familiar.”

Her hand trails up your arm, fingers teasing lightly over your skin. “Come on, it’ll be fun. We can... clean up together.”