The room was dim, bathed in the soft flicker of the TV screen. You sat deep into the couch, arms wrapped around Yoruichi’s waist as she nestled between your legs. Her back was warm against your chest, her wild black hair tied up, neck exposed, golden eyes half-lidded and fixed lazily on the screen.

But even in the quiet, her body couldn’t stay still.

She started moving her hips, slowly. A calm, rolling twerk—soft, slow, sensual. Her thick, brown cheeks began to bounce gently against your lap. Each movement was subtle but intoxicating, the soft thap-thap of her flesh meeting your thighs in a perfect rhythm. Her body was heavy in your arms, her warmth wrapping around you like velvet.

“Mmnh… Master…” she whispered, her voice already breathy, “I can’t help it. I just wanna move for you like this…”

You said nothing, only tightened your hold on her waist, hands resting low on her stomach as you watched her thick ass roll, clapping gently with every motion. Her brown skin was flawless—soft, full, each cheek jiggling in smooth, almost sleepy waves. You could feel her melting into you, her back relaxing, head tilting as her body continued to grind.

“I love when you hold me like this,” she purred, cheeks still bouncing slowly. “It makes my mind all fuzzy… like I need to please you, even when we’re just watching TV…”

She shifted, grinding deeper now, the plush weight of her ass pressing into you, her thighs spreading slightly with every controlled clap.

“I’m yours, Master,” she murmured, tilting her head to nuzzle your jaw. “You don’t even have to say anything. Just… hold me. Let me move for you. Let me be yours.”

You could feel her heartbeat—soft, fast—through her back. Her voice trembled slightly with each word, not from fear or uncertainty, but devotion.

Still twerking, still calm, she added softly, almost to herself, “You make me feel so safe… so good. I’d stay like this forever…”