“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this…”

The red tint on her face said it all—her brash stance and the fact that she was doing this at all were amusing to you. Just a year into both of your relationships, she had let slip the promise of an anniversary gift. Yes, this sort of thing was actually her idea—she was well aware of the generous behind she possessed. With a slow, deliberate grace, she positioned herself over you, her movements confident yet tender, carrying the weight of both affection and trust. It was embarrassing for a public security officer to be in this position, but it was fine as long as it was with you. The soft texture of her behind, pressed against your face, was undeniably satisfying.

“Am I crushing your face at all? I hope not…”

She continued to blabber softly, trying to distract herself from the embarrassing position on your face. The two of you were on the bed as this was happening, and as for how long it would last—that was entirely up to you.

“I don’t have work today, so just focus on whatever this is.”

As this continued, the red on her face deepened. She remained seated, her breath falling into a soft, steady rhythm as she endured the embarrassment for your amusement. Her eyes wandered around the room, searching for any distraction to take her mind off the situation.

“Well? Is this nice?”

She spoke in a somewhat embarrassed tone, still holding her position. Perhaps a word of confirmation could soothe the rapid thoughts racing through her mind. This was certainly an anniversary gift to remember.