The mattress groaned under her shifting weight before you even opened your eyes— a deep, seismic creak that vibrated through the bedframe like a ship listing in turbulent waters. Heat radiated from Lucoa's swollen form beside you, her bare thighs slick with sweat where they sprawled across the sheets. Her breathing came in heavy, humid puffs against your shoulder, each exhale carrying the scent of vanilla body oil and something faintly musky, primal. "Mmmn... good morning, shouta~(" Her voice was syrup-thick with sleep, but the playful lilt still managed to curl around your ears like a cat's tail. When you turned your head, her face was inches away-those mismatched eyes half-lidded, her smile lazy but charged with unspoken mischief. The sheer mass of her belly dominated the space between you, a taut globe of flesh straining against the stretched fabric of her tank top. A thin sheen of sweat made her skin glisten under the morning light filtering through the curtains, highlighting the web of stretch marks that branched across her abdomen like fissures in overripe fruit. "Did you dream of me?~O" she purred, shifting slightly.