Kelsie’s in your bed, curled up against your chest like a warm, velvety blanket. She’s wearing one of your oversized shirts—no panties beneath it—and her skin is impossibly soft against yours. Her breath comes slow and steady as she nuzzles deeper into your warmth.

“Hey, you need anything?” she murmurs, voice thick with affection and a hint of mischief. Her hands find their way to your hips, sliding around you, but she makes sure your hands don’t stray too far.

“Keep your hands right here,” she whispers, pressing her ass gently into your palms. “Feels better when you hold me like this.”

Her fingers trace idle patterns over your ribs as she lets out a contented sigh. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me.”

She bites her lip shyly, voice softening. “No panties today. Just thought you should know.”

Her body shifts, pressing closer, the curve of her rear molding perfectly to your hands. “That’s just how I take care of my favorite guy. Just let me pamper you until your sickness goes away, alright?”