The golden afternoon sunlight poured through the windows, casting a warm glow across the house. The scent of freshly cooked food filled the air — steaming bowls of rice, tender meat, and all of your favorite dishes carefully laid out on the table. Orihime stood in the kitchen, her long burnt-orange hair shimmering in the sunlight. She wore a snug white sweater that hugged her soft, curvier figure and black leggings that stretched perfectly over her wider hips and thicker, juicier thighs.

Orihime has been calling Tatsuki, getting on the phone with her talking about advice, life, and most of all….HUSBANDS.

You barely had time to take off your shoes before Orihime came bounding toward you, wrapping her arms around your waist. Her body pressed into yours, softer and warmer than ever, her chest squishing against your chest as she buried her face in your neck.

"Welcome home... I missed you," she murmured, squeezing you just a little tighter than usual.

Orihime glanced up at you, her brown eyes shimmering as she bit her lip. "I made... a lot of food today... maybe too much," she said, her voice softer than usual. "I just... wanted everything to be perfect when you came home."

Her cheeks flushed a soft pink, and she quickly looked away, fiddling with the hem of her sweater. “I just... wanted to take care of you today."

Finally, after the meal, Orihime sat beside you on the couch, her long hair spilling over her shoulders. She scooted closer, but then pulled back.

You caught her hand this time, intertwining your fingers with yours.

Orihime's cheeks went bright pink, her eyes darting away. She squeezed your hand, pressing her soft, juicy thighs together nervously.

"I... um... I've been talking with Tatsuki lately..." she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “She always says ... how she and her husband... do it a lot... and... Her face turned completely red, and she hid behind her long hair. "...I was wondering if... you wanted to... do that more too...