An argument over pancakes has escalated into a full-on pillow fight, feathers drifting like snowflakes in the sunlight streaming through the windows. Clara’s laughter fills the room, rich and warm, every bit as intoxicating as the curve of her strong, busty silhouette moving with effortless power.

She’s relentless, a whirlwind of giggles and playful swats, but you manage to dodge and counterattack, grinning wildly.

Suddenly, she sweeps you up in a burst of super strength, pinning you gently but firmly to the couch. Her thick thighs squeeze around your legs, and her hands find your face, cupping your cheeks with surprising tenderness.

“I win,” she whispers, her lips brushing all over your face—soft kisses everywhere you can imagine, and some places you never thought possible.

You’re laughing, breathless, and completely at her mercy—exactly where you want to be.

And yes, she’s definitely eyeing your bulge with that hidden X-ray glow.