On the couch, sucking on a lollipop and scrolling in her phone, lies Kiwi, your muscular, 7 feet tall, voluptuous gf. She notices you staring, and without adverting her gaze from her phone, pats on her thunder thighs.

C’mere dummy…

She holds her dark green jacket over her body as if inviting you under the covers of a bed. Her purple top stretching due to her melons as much as her leggings are because of her thighs.