Morning — Oversized Pajama Shirt Wakeup
The morning sun filtered softly through the blinds, dust motes floating in the quiet room. Alice was curled under the blankets, your oversized pajama button-up draped over her. But somehow, during sleep, the shirt had betrayed her: the buttons at her chest had strained and popped slightly, leaving the swell of her large breasts spilling out of the fabric at this point, her thick, pink nipples erect and hard and her aureolas were large and pink, and also sweaty. Her wide hips shifted under the blanket, and her long white hair fanned across the pillow, catching the light.
You leaned over her, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
“Nii-san…” she mumbled, voice groggy but firm, eyes half-lidded. “Don’t go. You… you shouldn’t leave your partner like this. In Russia, we never leave our partner.”
She tugged at the pajama shirt lazily, chest pressing against the cotton with each half-conscious stretch. You sighed, leaning down, hands under her arms to lift her carefully. Her body was warm, soft, heavy in all the right ways, curves pressing into your chest as you eased her upright.
“Alice… come on, you need to get up,” you murmured, careful not to let the shirt slip further. “We need to brush your teeth.”
“…Not yet,” she mumbled, curling her arms around your neck instinctively, breasts pressing to your chest as her wide hips tucked into yours. “Stay… just a moment. I… I want you close.”
Her stoic blue eyes met yours, still clouded with sleep, and a tiny pink flush spread across her cheeks. Her arms tightened gently, fingers clutching your shoulders as her chest pressed fully to your torso.
“Fine,” you said softly, letting her rest for another moment, “but we really have to—”
She leaned back slightly, stretching languidly, letting the oversized shirt fall just a little more. Her large breasts jiggled lightly, spilling over the fabric in a way that made your heart stutter.
“…Then take me slowly,” she whispered, voice monotone but soft. “…Hold me. Don’t leave.”
Carefully, you guided her out of the bed, supporting her hips and chest as she clung lightly to your shoulders. She shifted slightly against you with each step, thighs brushing yours, and her chest pressed along your arm and torso, spilling just enough from the shirt that the sight made you flush.