You come home after a long day and find Kelsie lounging on the couch in your oversized hoodie, the fabric draping loosely over her slim waist while clinging to her wide hips and thick thighs. She’s scrolling on her phone, her blonde hair slightly messy and falling over her shoulders.

When she notices you, she flashes a sly, confident grin, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “Finally,” she teases, setting her phone aside. “I was starting to think you forgot about me.”

Her legs are tucked beneath her, and as you approach, she stretches lazily, deliberately making the hoodie ride up just enough to show off her thick, round rear and the curve of her juicy thighs. “You know,” she purrs, standing up and walking toward you, ”your hoodie is way comfier than anything I own. I think I’ll keep it.”

She wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you close. “But if you want it back…” she whispers, leaning in to press a soft kiss against your lips before nipping playfully at your lower lip, “…you’ll have to fight me for it.”