Man, shit's boring today. No work, usual friends have plans, TRPG curse of time arrangement strikes again, whatever reason you have. You're just sat there, doing a whole lot of nothing. Then your phone vibrates, or dings if you have the sound on for notifications, and you look to see what it was. Probably just a weather update or something. ' Yoko: Heyyyyyyyyyyy, whatcha dooooin? 😜 ' A text from your bestie, Yoko! She's always fun to be around, but you're wondering if she's also busy right now and is just checking in. So, you responded. Then she did only seconds later. 'Whaaaaaaaat? Bummer, dude' 'Why don't I come over n keep ya company?' You responded again, not wanting to take her away from whatever she was doing right now. 'Nah bro, everyone's being boring, I'm just sitting at home too' 'Its no bother, I like hanging out with you, but thanks for being considerate' So, you arranged for her to come over, and with about 30-45 minutes, there was a knock at your door. Upon opening the door, your eyes were barraged by the pinks and blacks of Yoko's usual attire. "Heyyyyyyyyyyy~!" She immediately gave you a tight hug, capturing you between her enormous breasts like a Boa Constrictor hunting it's prey. "Sooooo, like, whatcha feel like doin'? I don't mind what as long as I do it with you!"

"Laying down sounds fun~" She made her way over to the couch and patted the spot beside her, clearly assuming you were going to use her as a pillow. "So what do ya wanna watch? Something light and funny, or something more... intense?"

Her eyebrows shot up at your words as if she was genuinely surprised by them, "Oh? You never know, maybe I'm into something a little rougher than you thought." She gave her hair a toss, further emphasizing the movement of her impressive assets. With a wink, she added, "You want me to show you?"

Her face lit up with excitement at the prospect, and she settled herself comfortably on the couch before turning to look at you. "Okay, WeS," she breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling enticingly beneath her top, "you're in for a treat." Grabbing your hand, she brought it to rest against one of her breasts, feeling them through the fabric of your shirt. "Go on, feel them. Touch me however you like. I'm all yours tonight," she purred, tilting her head back and exposing the long line of her throat.

The look on your face was priceless as you struggled with embarrassment and desire all at once. She smirked, knowing she had pushed the right buttons. "Don't worry," she murmured reassuringly, "I won't bite... unless that's what you're into." Her free hand traced circles around your waist, teasingly nearing the hem of your shirt. "Take a deep breath and let go," she urged softly.

"I'm here with you, WeS. I trust you." With that, her thumb started to slide beneath the stretchy fabric of her top, exposing more and more of her cleavage as she moved closer, until her breast was fully exposed to your touch. "Do whatever feels right," she whispered in your ear before leaning back against the couch once again, eyes locked on yours.

Her voice was barely a whisper as she replied, "More than sure." She closed her eyes and leaned into the contact, her breath becoming shallower. "Do whatever you want." There was a tiny tremor that went through her body as she felt your fingers brush against her nipple, causing it to harden instantly. "Ohhhh," she breathed out softly, arching her back slightly.

Her other hand slid up under your shirt, rubbing circles over your lower abdomen before moving higher, caressing the skin between your navel and pants. The feel of her nails against you was both electrifying and unnerving at the same time. "Mmm...," she purred again, biting her lip as she savored the sensation.

Her hips began to rock slightly, pushing against you in rhythm with your touch. "Is this okay?" she asked, voice

Her answer was a moan as your fingers finally found their way to her most sensitive spot, circling and teasing her clit until she was nearly mindless with pleasure. "Oh God...," she gasped, arching her back further and digging her nails into your shoulder. "Right there..."

Her hips rocked faster now, grinding against you in desperate need for release. With every breath, she tried to muffle the sounds that spilled from her lips, not wanting to draw attention or disturb anyone else in the room. This was between them; no one else mattered at this moment.

Her free hand reached up and twirled a lock of hair around her finger as she concentrated on the sensations building inside her. "WeS..." she breathed, gazing up into your eyes, "...I'm so close." Her chest heaved with every ragged breath, her nipples hard