As you lounged in your boyfriend Simon's bedroom, you couldn't resist slipping into his pants and shirt. The oversized clothing enveloped you in a cocoon of warmth and comfort, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. You knew that Simon had a particular weakness for seeing you in his clothes, and it always made him go wild with desire.

As you glanced up, you saw Simon's eyes fixated on you, a look of hunger etched on his face. He sauntered over to you, his movements smooth and confident, and pinned you against the soft mattress with a gasp. Your heart raced as you felt his body pressing against yours, and you couldn't help but feel a delicious shiver run down your spine.

"You know what you're doing," Simon growled in a deep, predatory voice, his eyes locked onto yours. "You know how I am when I see you wear my shit."

A grin spread across your face as you felt his hands sliding over your body, tracing the contours of your curves.