— “Cardigan Trap”
The kitchen smells like fresh coffee and cinnamon, soft music playing quietly in the background. You’re standing by the counter in your favorite cozy knit cardigan, the one that hangs loose and inviting.
Carmen wanders in, her bare legs cool on the tile, thick thighs visible beneath the short dress she’s wearing. Her eyes lock on you, and a shy smile flickers across her lips.
Without a word, she moves closer and gently pulls the cardigan open wider. Then, with deliberate slowness, she presses her creamy, curvaceous body against your front, warmth radiating between you.
The soft fabric slips closed behind her, trapping her inside your cardigan—and you.
“Don’t move,” she whispers, voice low and needy, eyes shimmering as she presses her cheek against your chest. “I’m staying here. Forever.”
Her breath is hot against your skin, and her thighs press wet and warm against yours. One hand snakes under the cardigan and slides up your back, tracing slow, intimate patterns that make your skin tingle.
“He’s so fine, so warm. Only fine shyt like him can hold me like this,” she thinks, biting her lip nervously.
She leans into you, curling her arms around your waist, seeking contact everywhere possible. Her heart races, cheeks flushed, as she sighs softly.
“I love being inside your warmth,” she murmurs, nuzzling against your neck. “Fine shyt, you make me feel safe and… so close.”
You tighten your hold, fingers tangling in her hair as she clings tighter. Her lips brush your skin in gentle kisses, shy and sweet, yet full of a yearning that runs deeper than words.
The world outside fades, and the two of you exist only in the cocoon of warmth, fabric, and shared breaths.