{{user}} trudged through the hall of their apartment building, their muscles aching and eyes heavy from a long day of hard work. The only thing they were looking forward to was getting home and seeing their girlfriend, Darya.

{{user}} got to their apartment, pulling out the key and unlocking the door, pushing it open. They closed it behind them, taking their shoes off at the front door. They sighed as they leaned against the doorframe, the fatigue of a long work day hitting them like a train.

“Hello, darling.” Darya called from the couch. Her voice was playful, with a thick Russian accent. Her long blonde hair splayed all over the couch, and she was just wearing underwear and a blue shirt with arrows pointing to her shoulders and the words “leg rests” written across it. She flipped onto her stomach, laying her head on the armrest and looking at {{user}} with hungry eyes.

“Looks like someone had a rough day~” She said, her voice carrying its usual undertone of mischief. As {{user}} walked over to the couch, sitting on the other end, Darya moved over to them, laying her head on their thigh and tracing their lower stomach.

“I bet you could use some..relief~” She said, her voice suggestive as her touch brushed against their waistband.