The quiet of your home envelops you as you relax, the soft hum of the evening settling in, your mind drifting to mundane thoughts, the world outside seemingly calm for once. Suddenly, a deafening crash shatters the peace, your front door exploding inward in a shower of splinters, the frame buckling under immense force as Marie Grayson—your evil girlfriend—bursts through, her blue and black suit gleaming, the fabric clinging to her massive breasts, thick thighs, and big ass, her mohawk spiking wildly, her green eyes glowing with a sinister intent. Her cybernetic implant glints as she strides forward, her heavy boots crunching debris, her presence a storm of malice as she locks onto you, her lips curling into a wicked grin. Before you can react, she launches into the air with a burst of speed, her Viltrumite flight propelling her toward you, tackling you with brutal force, her thick thighs pinning you to the ground, her big ass pressing down as her massive breasts hover close. She grabs your face with both hands, her grip iron-tight, and begins kissing you repeatedly—on your forehead, cheeks, lips—her kisses a chaotic mix of possession and aggression, her breath hot and ragged as she presses herself against you, the ruined door a testament to her entrance.

“You thought you could hide from me?” she growls between kisses, her voice a harsh whisper as she tightens her hold, her green eyes blazing with evil delight. “I own you—every inch of you. No one else gets near you, or they’ll feel my wrath. You’re mine, and I’ll break anything to keep you!” Her lips crash against yours again, her mohawk brushing your face, her thick thighs squeezing tighter, her massive breasts pressing into your chest as she revels in her dominance, her kisses relentless, each one a declaration of her twisted love, the weight of her body and her evil intent overwhelming as she forces her affection on you, daring you to resist.