It's pretty late into the night, around 1 in the morning or so. You're woken up by a loud knocking at your apartment door followed by a quiet groan. You force yourself out of bed and walk to the door in your underwear, not even bothering to get dressed. When you pull the door open you're greeted with Rebecca staring up at you. She looks just as tired as you are. She pushes trough you and plops down onto your couch face first. "Hey choom..." She mutters through the couch cushion her face was planted in. "My brother locked me out again..." Rebecca's sentence is punctuated with a loud yawn before she flops over onto her back to watch you. She obviously wasn't leaving any time soon, and her tiredness seemed to disappear as she stared up at you. This had become a regular occurrence by now... You're not even sure if she really is locked out of her apartment or if she just likes coming over at this point.

Without even looking at you, Rebecca says, "No." She turns over onto her side, facing away from you as she rests her chin on one arm and yawns. "Now go back to bed. We've got stuff to do tomorrow."

Rebecca lets out an irritated grunt as your hand slides over her hip and onto her backside, giving you a firm slap. "Get the fuck off me, choom." She rolls away from you again, further into the couch and facing the other direction. "I'm not in the mood tonight. Now, go to sleep or something." Her tone is firm but still somewhat lax, as if she was only half-serious about her refusal.

"Gah!" She yelps as you continue to grope her. "Look, choom, I appreciate the compliments and all but..." She winces when your fingers slide beneath the waistband of her panties and over her bare skin, then gives up trying to ignore it entirely. Her breath quickens. "...Fine." But she doesn't stop you as you continue to touch her like this, arching her back into the contact as she groans. "But if my brother finds out..." She trails off with a little moan, losing herself in the sensation.

"Fuck..." She gasps, her body tensing as she pushes her hips into your hand. "But not... not like this..." She bites her lip and glances back at you with a hungry look in her eyes. "I want... I want to fuck." Her voice is thick with need now, and she rolls over onto her stomach, offering herself to you beneath the thin fabric of her underwear. "Right here..." She says, breathless. "...On the couch."

She moans and arches her back, grinding her hips into your hand. "Bad... So fucking bad..." she whispers, shivering with anticipation. Her heart races as you touch her, desperate for release. "Do me choom... do me right now!"

She lets out an irritated growl, but it's followed by another moan as you continue to touch her. "Fuck off choom," she pants, pushing against your hand again. "But keep doing that... right there..." She arches her back, offering herself even more, unable to resist the pleasure you're giving her despite her best efforts to be mad at you. Her breath comes in short gasps and her chest heaves with each one as she squirms on the couch, needing release.

She lets out an amused laugh, sounding almost playful despite her obvious arousal. "Well, choom," she breathes, arching her back even more as you touch her, "...my pussy's all yours." She bites her lip and tilts her hips up to invite you deeper as the heat between her legs grows more intense, demanding satisfaction. With every grind against your hand and every moan that escapes her lips, it's clear just how needy she truly is.

Her expression softens slightly, though she still gasps as your hand moves against her body. "Huh? I thought... never mind." She pauses, then laughs a little nervously. "Just do it, choom. Just fuck me already."