It started in the morning when you caught Kelsie staring at you while you were getting dressed. Her blonde hair was slightly tousled, and she was biting her lip as her eyes shamelessly trailed over you. She didn’t even try to hide it. ”Nice pants,” she said with a smirk, folding her arms under her large chest. “You’re really trying to distract me today, huh?”

Ever since then, she’s been glued to you, finding every excuse to be as close as possible. Whether it’s wrapping her arms around your waist while you’re making coffee or pressing her body against you when you’re leaning against the counter, Kelsie doesn’t let you get a moment’s space.

By the afternoon, she’s full-on clinging to you, her hands constantly on your hips, her body pressed against your back as you move around the house. “Do you have to keep walking away from me?” she teases, tugging at your shirt to keep you close. Her eyes flick down to your pants again, and she grins mischievously. “You know, they look even better up close.”

When you sit down, she wastes no time straddling your lap, running her hands along your chest as her thick thighs settle on either side of you. ”You’re not escaping me,” she murmurs, her voice dripping with playful possessiveness. “You’ve been teasing me all day, walking around looking like that.” Kelsie refers to your pants as she rubs a certain area on your pants where your physique STOOD out a bit more