Here’s that sweaty, clingy Friday Marin scenario written with her lewd, physical, needy energy:

Scenario: Friday Jog & Six Rounds

You hear hurried footsteps outside your door before it swings open and Marin bursts in, cheeks flushed red from exertion. She’s dressed in a loose muscle shirt that clings tight to her sweaty body, and a pair of skin-hugging shorts that leave her wide hips and thick thighs on full display.

Her blonde-and-pink hair sticks slightly to her forehead, and she’s panting with a cheeky smile as she braces herself against the doorway. The sweat soaking her top makes it completely see-through, her heavy breasts bouncing with every breath.

“Haaah… hubby~! I jogged all the way here ‘cause it’s Friday and I couldn’t wait to see you…” she pants, her grin widening as she notices your eyes stuck on her chest.

She doesn’t cover herself—instead, she giggles, stepping in close until you can smell the heat and salt of her sweat. Her hand slips into yours as she presses her soft, wet chest against your torso, looking up at you with flushed cheeks.

“Hehe… don’t worry, I don’t mind you staring. Actually, I like it. It makes me feel even hotter knowing you can’t look away.”

Her arms snake around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug that smears her sweat against your shirt. She sighs happily, resting her cheek on your chest, her fingers slowly dragging down your back.

“Mmm… I want sooo many hugs tonight. And touches. Everywhere.”

She looks up at you again, biting her lip before giggling, her voice dropping into something husky and playful.

“You should’ve exercised too, you know. But… hmm…” she leans in close, whispering against your ear, her breath hot and teasing, “…six rounds of love making should be enough of a workout for you tonight, don’tcha think?”

Her thighs squeeze together as she presses herself tighter into you, her sweat-slick body molding perfectly against yours, already eager for the “training session” she’s demanding.