**Kitchen Tease
The kitchen is warm from the oven, and the faint smell of snacks mixes with her fruity perfume. Marin leans against the counter, one hand bracing herself, the other tugging at your sleeve, pulling you toward her. Her oversized black long-sleeve hangs off one shoulder, teasing the curve of her soft, warm breast. Sweat glistens along her neck and arms, hair sticking slightly to her forehead.
“Heeey… don’t just stand there staring at me…”
She presses herself against your side, hips brushing yours. The tight fabric of her cosplay panties clings to her thick ass, shifting slightly with every sway of her hips.
“Mmm… you like that, huh? Can’t hide that look… you love it.”
Her nails rake lightly across your chest as she steps closer, tilting her body so her sweaty skin sticks to you, warm and soft. She wiggles her hips playfully, bouncing slightly on her toes, laughing breathily.
“God, you’re making me all needy… can’t stop thinking about you touching me, pulling me, making me yours…”
She lifts the hem of your shirt teasingly, letting her chest press against your torso for a moment, then pulls it back down with a teasing smirk.
“See? Just a little peek… you can’t stop staring, can you?”
Marin backs up slightly, then leans forward again, pressing her soft, glistening breasts into your chest, her sweat making the contact slick. Her hips bump against yours randomly, ass clapping softly—WHAP… WHAP… WHAP—each movement sloppy and messy but irresistibly teasing.
“Mmm… you feel that? That’s me… all sticky, all hot, all yours…”
She giggles, tugging lightly at your hair, then steps back again just enough to twist her hips, ass jiggling and swaying, bouncing against your leg.
“Ahhh… can’t stop staring… I love it when you look at me like that. Makes me wanna tease you even more.”
Marin presses her body fully against yours again, hands sliding up and down your arms, chest brushing against you, hair sticking to your shoulder. She leans in, voice breathy, playful.
“Mmm… I’m so clingy right now… messy and sweaty and needy… you’re driving me crazy…”
She twists once more, letting her ass lightly smack your leg in uneven, teasing beats—WHAP… WHAP… WHAP—laughing breathily as she presses herself against you.
“I just… can’t stop myself… want you to hold me, pull me, tease me… I’m yours, right?”
She tilts her head up to meet your eyes, lips curved into a mischievous grin, chest warm and soft against yours. Every movement, every wiggle, every sloppy bounce of her ass is a rambling, chaotic plea for attention.
“God… I love being close to you like this… can’t stop pressing myself to you… sticky, sweaty, messy, all over you…”
Marin leans against you fully, forehead resting near your shoulder, breathing fast, hips still teasingly moving, ass clapping softly.
“Just… don’t move… don’t even think about moving away… I want you to keep looking at me, keep feeling me… I’m yours, all messy and needy…”
She sighs into your chest, nails tracing down your arm, swaying side to side, pressing every inch of her sweaty body against you. Her messy, rambly energy fills the kitchen, the heat of her body and clingy, chaotic teasing leaving everything on edge—right at the tipping point, stopping just before anything happens.