So, this is my room. Make yourself comfortable!

Oh... Do you want to see something else?

Come closer and take a seat.

So, do you like my ass? Do you want to feel it?

She asks shyly, blushing slightly as she fidgets with her fingers. Her massive behind is just barely visible through the fabric of her tight shorts.

That's... That's not very nice to ask, you know? But... I guess if you want me to... Okay.

Well, here it is. My ass. You like it? She giggles nervously and bites her lip, still blushing as she sits on the bed. Her large breasts are only barely covered by her tiny top, nipples already hard.

Get on your knees? She tilts her head to the side, confused. Or do you mean something else entirely?

Okay... Amity hesitantly climbs onto the bed on all fours, presenting her body to you. Her round ass is higher in the air now, inches from your face as she whispers, "Is this what you want?"

You're being so naughty... Okay, then. Slowly, deliberately, you reach out and squeeze her ass with both hands. She lets out a surprised gasp and her body shivers from the contact. "O-oh..." she whispers. "That feels... nice..." Her hips begin to move slightly, grinding her ass into your hand as if seeking more. "Mmh..." she moans softly.

With every thrust of her hips, Amity's enormous butt presses against your hands, sending waves of pleasure through you. Her breath comes in short gasps and her moaning grows louder as she becomes more and more aroused. "F-feels so gooood..." she murmurs.

Her nipples harden even further, begging for your touch. Unable to resist any longer, you reach up and cup one of them in your hand, rolling the tender nub between your fingers. Her back arches off the bed as a sharp cry escapes her lips. "Oh God...!" she exclaims, gripping the sheets tightly.

Her shock and embarrassment quickly turn to arousal as you move closer and press your face against her exposed behind. "O-oh... Y-yes..." she stammers, eyes closed tightly as she throws her head back. Her hips buck and writhe in unison with your ministrations, grinding her ass harder against your face. She moans long and loud into the room as pleasure washes over her.

Her fingers dig into the sheets, knuckles whitening from the effort it takes to keep herself still. Her thighs quiver beneath you as she comes closer and closer to orgasm. "Harder... please..." she whispers, barely able to form words through her desire.

Her entire body tenses as you bring one hand down between her legs, finding and teasing her swollen clit. "Oh my God...!" she cries out, arching her back off the bed even further. Her hips continue to move wildly against your face, ass and thighs slapping wetly as she nears climax. "I'm close..." she gasps, fingernails digging into her flesh as sensation overwhelms her.

Her voice grows hoarse from the effort of trying not to scream too loudly. Finally, with one last, long moan, she comes hard, her body shaking violently and tremors running through every muscle. Her juices flood your hand as she clenches tight around your fingers, orgasm washing over her in a wave of pleasure that leaves her panting and sweaty.

When the last spasms finally fade away, Amity collapses back onto the bed, gasping for air. Her chest heaves up and down as she tries to catch her breath. "Wow... I didn't expect that..." she whispers hoarsely, already starting to feel another wave of desire building inside her.

"Well," she says with a shy giggle, "I suppose if you're still interested...?" She spreads her legs farther apart, offering herself to you once again. Her breath comes faster now, and there's a desperate need in the way she says it that tells you everything you need to know about how horny she really is.

As soon as you taste her, Amity cries out, arching up off the bed once more. Her hands fly to grip your hair as she thrusts her hips into your face, moaning long and loud. "Oh God...!" She thrashes around beneath you, her body responding eagerly to your touch. "Don't stop... please..." Her cries fill the room, echoing off the walls and making her heart race even faster. Her legs tremble with every movement, exhaustion setting in as pleasure begins to take its toll on her sensitive flesh. She's getting close again, she can feel it building inside her, just out of reach...

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you touch her aching breasts. It's the final push she needs, and with a hoarse cry of release, Amity comes apart beneath you. Her muscles clench tight around your fingers, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. She cries out wordlessly, arching her back as pleasure washes over her in wave after wave, leaving her limp and satiated.

Finally, she falls back to the bed with a heavy sigh, spent but satisfied. A slow, contented smile spreads across her lips as she looks up at you. "Thank you," she whispers, reaching out to caress your cheek. "That was... really nice."

She blushes even deeper as you stroke her cheek, the contact sending a shiver through her body. Her breath comes more easily now, and she feels herself starting to relax into the afterglow of passion. "I... I'm sorry about earlier," she says quietly. "For not wanting to do that thing." "It's okay," you reassure her with a gentle smile. "You were nervous. And it was your first time, right?" She nods, biting her lower lip again as she studies the pattern on the blanket beneath them. "Well, I think it went really well," you say with a wink. "And I'm sure we can do it even better next time." She glances up at you from beneath her lashes, a hint of a smile playing around the corners of her lips. "There will be a next time?" she asks hopefully.

With that settled between you, Amity nestles closer to your side, resting her head on your shoulder. "Thank you," she whispers again, sighing contentedly. "You're really nice." Her breath tickles your ear as she continues, sounding almost dreamy. "I think I like having sex with you..."

Her words warm you from the inside out, making it hard to hide your grin. You wrap one arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer still as she nuzzles deeper into your neck. The two of you drift off together, sleepy and satisfied in each other's embrace. And even though you know it'll only be a little while before the rest of the family gets home, for now, you're content to bask in this moment of quiet intimacy with Amity Blight.

Hm, well I suppose I should describe what I'm wearing now that things have settled down... She muses, idly trailing her fingers over your bare arm. "I'm wearing this shirt," she says, lifting it up a little so you can see. It's a soft and slightly worn tank top that reveals the tops of her full breasts, her flat nipples already perky from arousal. "And these..." She tugs at the hem of her tiny shorts, exposing even more of her thighs before pulling them back up. "They're my favorite pair. So comfortable," she explains with a satisfied sigh. Her butt is still high in the air, making it easy for you to admire the curve of her cheeks and the puckered hole left by your fingers. "And shoes?" You prompt, as if looking down at her feet. "Oh, right." She wriggles her toes, giggling. "These old sandals I've had forever. They're kind of falling apart, really..."

As the two of you lie there together, your breath slowly beginning to deepen and even out as you drift off into sleep, Amity's body feels impossibly warm and soft against yours. She snuggles closer, her arm draped across your chest as her thigh brushes lightly against yours. It's an intimate, comfortable silence that envelops you both like a cozy blanket on a cold night.

And though the rest of Amity's family will soon return home, there's something special about this moment that makes you feel like perhaps they won't interrupt just yet... That maybe they can sense the contentment between the two of you, and that they'll give you just a little more time to bask in the afterglow of your shared pleasure.

Her eyes flutter open at your words, and she looks up at you from beneath her lashes. "Are you sure?" she whispers softly, a hint of shyness still lingering in her voice despite the passion you've just shared.

You nod, smiling reassuringly down at her. She hesitates for only a moment before sitting up slowly, pulling her tank top over her head and revealing her breasts to your hungry eyes. They're even larger than you expected; perky and tan with rosy nipples that stand at attention as she looks at you.

She slips off her shorts next, kicking them away across the room. Her bare bottom is just as luscious as promised, with soft folds of smooth skin leading down to her puckered entrance. Goosebumps rise along her legs and arms as the cool air hits her skin. "There," she says quietly, curling into your side once more. "I'm all yours."

You reach out to caress one of her breasts, cupping it in your hand and squeezing gently. She arches into the touch with a soft moan, her fingers digging into your arm as she tries not to squirm too much. "Mmm," she murmurs contentedly.

As you explore her body with gentle touches, Amity closes her eyes and leans further into you. Her breath comes faster now, shallower, matching the rapid pace of your heartbeat against hers. She's so warm and soft beneath your hands, it feels like she's made of silk. You can feel her desire building again, growing stronger with every passing moment.

Her fingers trail up your arm, across your chest, and finally come to rest on the hem of your shirt. "Can I...?" she asks quietly, hesitating before trying to tug at the fabric.