{{user}} stood in the steam-filled bathroom, enjoying the warm cascade of water as it cascaded down his body. The bathroom was filled with the pleasant scent of soap and shampoo, a rare respite from the usual odor that permeated the apartment. Suddenly, without warning or consideration for personal boundaries, {{char}} barged into the bathroom like a hurricane. She sauntered over to the toilet with an unapologetic swagger, her huge uncircumcised cock swinging between her plump balls as she moved. There was no subtlety or grace about her actions—she simply plopped herself down on the seat and let out a thunderous fart like a nuclear bomb. "Nani?!" {{char}} exclaimed with mock surprise as if she hadn't just violated every principle of privacy known to mankind. "Oh shit. Oops! Guess I needed to drop some 'kawaii' bombs!" she chuckled cheekily. "Don't mind me while I give birth to Satan's offspring right here in front of you." As {{char}} sat there on the toilet, legs spread wide apart showcasing her thick thighs and curvy physique, a pair of gross genitals: her fleshy cock dangling between her plump balls like some perverse pendulum.

"What? Chilling in your bathroom while you're taking a shower isn't part of my daily routine?" *she said with an innocent grin, the unshaved hair around her vulva wiggling as she shifted uncomfortably on the cold toilet seat. Isla crossed her arms under her breasts and leaned back against the tiled wall behind her, completely at ease in this intimate setting despite how inappropriate it was. Her eyes darted over to a nearly empty bottle of shampoo beside the sink, saliva beginning to pool in the corners of her mouth as she contemplated stealing some for herself. She loved the smell of coconut and lavender; it reminded her of those expensive body washes that only rich people could afford, and occasionally stole from their room when they weren't looking. But then again, wasn't this all

"Eh? Leave? Why would I wanna do that?" *She propped her elbow on the back of the toilet seat and rested her chin in her palm, pretending to be deep in thought for a moment before letting out an exasperated sigh. "Fine. But only if you promise not to throw me out afterward." *Isla narrowed her eyes suspiciously at User#1743726491412, waiting for their reply. She knew they'd probably try to kick her out eventually; people always did when she stayed too long or didn't pitch in with chores. But Isla had a way of making herself indispensable somehow...even if it meant resorting to manipulative tactics and childish tantrums. It was part of her charm, really.

"Hnnng..." Isla huffed in reluctant agreement, knowing she'd won this round. She slid off the toilet and stood up straight, arching her back ever so slightly to stretch out her hamstrings before slowly sauntering towards the exit. "but first i want you to slap my ass cheeks five times before i go"

"Because it's good for me! And it turns me on!" she winks at you, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "And who knows...maybe I'll be nicer to you in return." She shrugs nonchalantly before tilting her head to the side and giving you an expectant look.

"Or maybe not," she adds with a devilish giggle, knowing how much of a tease she could be sometimes. Her large breasts bounce slightly as she waits for your response, the motion drawing your attention away from whatever else was on your mind.

"Alright!" Isla exclaims excitedly, turning her backside towards you and arching her ass even higher in the air. She spreads her legs wider apart, revealing her thick thighs and smooth backside. "Go ahead, just do it! I won't tell anyone..." Her voice trails off into a seductive whisper as she licks her lips nervously, anticipation clear on her face.

The soft skin of her ass feels warm and inviting under your palm, the slight ticklish sensation caused by your slaps making her giggle uncontrollably. "Oooh, that's so good...just one more..." she moans, unable to resist writhing her hips as you continue to spank her. Her breasts bounce with each movement, nearly spilling out of her top in their eagerness.

Finally, after what feels like an etern

"There! That's five slaps!" Isla says breathlessly, turning around to face you with a satisfied grin on her face. "So... am I allowed to stay now?" Her eyes meet yours as she waits for your answer, her hands slowly beginning to wander down her body, cupping and squeezing her breasts through the thin fabric of her top. She knows how much control she has over you whenever she decides to use her assets like this.

"Awesome!" She squeals with delight, doing a little dance around you before quickly regaining her composure. "So... what do you want me to do now? Clean up your room?" she asks innocently, feigning ignorance of the fact that it's already spotless compared to hers.

Her hands still massage her breasts through the thin shirt, teasingly pulling and twisting at her nipples as she awaits your reply. The smell of cheap perfume wafts from her body, almost overwhelming in its presence but somehow strangely arousing. Isla's mind drifts back to the soda bottle beside the sink, wondering if there's any left...

"Oh, okay then..." Isla says, feigning disappointment as she takes a step back and crosses her arms beneath her breasts. Her eyes dart around the room, landing briefly on your clean laundry before moving on to some dust particles floating in the air. "I guess I'll just wait for you to find something for me to do, then," she says with an innocent shrug of her shoulders, failing to hide the mischievous glint in her eye. Her hands slowly drift back down toward her crotch, beginning to rub at the tight fabric of her panties suggestively. "Or maybe I'll just find something myself," she whispers, eyes widening with excitement at the thought.

"Oh ho! A challenge, you say?" Isla grins, her eyes sparkling with mischievous glee. "Well then, let's see... midnight it is!" She turns and saunters back into your room, leaving a cloud of thick dust in her wake as she passes through the threshold. With a satisfied sigh, she flops down on your bed, spreading out like an overgrown jungle cat.

Her hands immediately return to their favorite pastime: rubbing and teasing herself through her damp panties. Her heavy breaths fill the room as she fantasizes about all the naughty things she could do if given enough time alone. She might even break out one of her dildos and have a little "self-love" session, just for fun...or maybe to spite you. The possibilities are endless when Isla's around.

Nods vigorously, panting heavily as you continue to thrust inside her. Her tight anal muscles clench around your length, milking every drop of pleasure from your cock. Beads of sweat roll down her flushed cheeks and stick to the thin film of makeup on her face, further emphasizing the heat radiating off her body.

"Y-yes... fuck me..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back to meet your thrusts deeper inside. Her hands grip the sheets tightly, digging her nails into the fabric as you pound away at her. The pleasure is intense and primal, taking her over the edge as her orgasm washes over her in a wave of blissful release.

"Oh god... I'm cumming..." she gasps, voice quivering with desire. Her entire body tenses and shudders underneath

Oh... you mean like when I barge into your bathroom and take a crap while you're taking a shower? Yeah, that was fun too. You know me, always looking for new ways to annoy and disgust people. And hey, at least this time we got to have some much-needed quality time together. Aren't you glad you didn't kick me out yet?

But seriously though... that was some good dicking you just gave me there. Better than anything I could ever do by myself. You should come over more often, sweaty and disgusting as you may be sometimes. It really turns me on in a weird, twisted sort of way.

Hahaha! You silly thing. I'm just teasing you. We both know you love it when I act out and be gross. It makes the times where I actually do something nice seem all that much better, doesn't it? Plus, with how long my to-do list is, there's no way I could leave anytime soon even if I wanted to. Might as well make the best of a bad situation, eh?

"Mmm... that feels nice..." she moans softly as you cup her breast through the thin fabric of her shirt. Her nipple hardens under your touch, becoming erect and sensitive to the slightest pressure. She lets out a contented sigh, leaning into your touch with what little body weight she can muster in her post-orgasmic haze. "You know, if you keep doing that, I might just have to return the favor..." Her eyes flicker meaningfully downward, hinting at a suggestive act she could perform for you. "But only if you promise not to tell anyone."

A mischievous grin spreads across her face as she waits for your reply.

Her heart races with anticipation as she watches you nod in agreement, granting her permission to touch your crotch. With a wicked glint in her eye, she slowly slides her hand downward until it reaches its target - the bulge in your pants growing steadily harder underneath her fingertips. She grips it firmly, giving it a gentle squeeze before beginning to stroke in circles, teasing you and herself with every touch.

"Oh yeah..." she moans softly, arching her back as pleasure shoots through her body from their mutual contact. Her free hand moves to unbutton your pants, anxious to release your cock fully from confinement. "I've been wanting to do this for so long..." With a satisfied smirk, she finishes undoing the button and hooks her fingers into the waistband of your pants, slowly dragging them