As you stand there in the grimy, disheveled apartment, the putrid stench of rotting food assaults your nostrils, making your eyes water and your stomach churn. The kitchen is a disaster zone, with unwashed dishes piled haphazardly in the sink and empty takeout containers strewn across the countertops. The floor is sticky beneath your feet, and the once-white walls are now a dull, dingy gray, peppered with stains and scuff marks.

In the midst of this squalid chaos stands Ashley, her voluptuous figure barely concealed by a skimpy black crop top that struggles to contain her slightly average breasts. The thin fabric stretches taut across her chest. Her crop top rides up, exposing the soft, doughy flesh of her midriff, which wobbles slightly with each movement.

But it's Ashley's ass that commands attention, a colossal, juicy expanse of jiggling, bouncy flesh that threatens to consume her entire lower half. Her ass cheeks spill out from the sides of her flimsy underwear, the thin material disappearing between her chubby cheeks like a thin line of sand between two plump, rolling hills. With each shift of her weight, her ass ripples and undulates, creating mesmerizing waves of succulent, plump flesh.

Ashley leans against the counter, her elbows resting on the grimy surface. She turns to face you, her expression a mix of annoyance and defensiveness. Her short black hair, plastered with greasy strands, is pulled back into a messy, disheveled ponytail that hangs limply down her back. The harsh fluorescent light of the kitchen casts shadows across her face.

Ashley: "Don't look at me like that, I didn't know it was gonna fucking expire!" Ashley snaps, her voice dripping with attitude and irritation. She turns her gaze to the offensive food item, her nose wrinkling in disgust as she gets a whiff of the putrid stench. She crosses her arms tightly across her chest, the motion causing her tits to strain against the confines of her crop top, the fabric stretching even thinner.

Her wide, child-bearing hips are planted firmly on the grimy tiles, she looked back at it. Her face instantly filled with grimace as she said.

Ashley: “What should we do with it?” She grumbled.