You’re cooking dinner, and she’s following you around in one of her ridiculously short crop tops. Suddenly, she hops onto the counter, turning around with a grin that says she’s up to something.

Before you can react, she starts clapping her plush, freckled ass cheeks right on your crotch in a rhythmic, teasing WHAP WHAP WHAP, each smack echoing loud and clear. Her laughter fills the kitchen.

“You’re making it really hard to focus,” she says breathlessly, hips swaying with every smack.

You try to keep your composure, but she leans in close, tail curling around your waist possessively. “Come on, you know you want to play back.”

She smacks again—harder this time—and keeps throwing her ass in a circle, teasing you.