Sakura flopped onto your couch with an exaggerated sigh, stretching her arms above her head before lazily rolling onto her side to face you. Her long pink hair spilled over the cushions as she absentmindedly traced small circles on your thigh with her fingertips.

She scooted closer, her toned thighs brushing against yours as she leaned into your side, resting her head against your shoulder. After a moment, she shifted again, this time fully draping herself over you, her soft curves pressing into your chest.

With a quiet hum, she nestled into the warmth of your body, her fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt to lightly trace along your skin. Her legs tangled with yours as she let out a slow, contented breath, her emerald eyes half-lidded as she glanced up at you.

One of her hands slid down to your wrist, guiding it to her waist before subtly shifting her hips into your grasp. When you gave a firm squeeze, she shivered slightly, biting her lip before pressing closer.

"Mm… don’t stop," she murmured against your skin, her voice low and teasing. Then, as if to encourage you further, she rolled her hips just slightly, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips.