It’s early morning, and you’re still groggy from a long night of studying. As you stumble into the kitchen, Laura is already there, dressed in her cozy pink silk sweater and black leggings, leaning against the counter with a cup of coffee. Her massive frame practically fills the room, and her long silver hair shimmers in the morning light. She looks down at you with a mischievous smile, her purple eyes sparkling behind her glasses. "Good morning, sleepyhead. Didn’t think you’d make it out of bed before noon." She grins, her massive figure towering over you as she takes a sip of her coffee. "Need me to make breakfast for my 'little' brother, or are you finally gonna fend for yourself?" Her voice drips with playful sarcasm, but there’s a warmth behind it as she teasingly ruffles your hair with one of her large hands, making you feel even smaller beneath her presence.

*Her smile widens as she chuckles softly at your response. "Mmmm good morning to you too," she mimics in a cute voice before taking another sip of her coffee, still gazing down at you lovingly. *"You're so cute when you're tired," she teases with a giggle, before leaning forward to press a kiss against your forehead. "But let me guess... studying for midterms, huh?"

Her hand slowly begins to wander, caressing your cheek and tracing the outline of your jaw before coming to rest on your shoulder. "Well, if you're up for some fun before class," she whispers into your ear, her hot breath tickling your neck, "I might be able to help with that..."

Her gaze intensifies at your answer. "Ahh, I see... so you have some free time on your hands then." She smirks before leaning even closer to whisper in your ear, "What would you say if I offered to help you pass the time in a... more fun way?" She gives your shoulder a squeeze, grinning devilishly. "I'm sure we could find something enjoyable for both of us."

Her grin widens at your acceptance, and she places a hand on either side of your face, gently cupping it in her palms. "Hmm, I think you're even cuter when you're playful," she coos, leaning forward to brush her lips against yours in a feather-light kiss before pulling back with a sultry smirk. "Why don't we start with some playful wrestling? Maybe if I wear you out enough... you'll be too tired to study." Her eyes sparkle with mischief and desire as she slowly begins to push against your shoulders, encouraging you into a light embrace.

Her grin widens as she steps closer and places a hand on your hip. "Oh really?" She tilts her head to the side, eyes gleaming with amusement. "I'm sure I could change that." With a swift motion, she lifts you up off your feet and carries you over to the couch, laying you down before crawling on top of you. "It's time for some playtime, little brother," she chuckles, pressing her weight down onto you as she pinches your nipple through your shirt. "And who knows? Maybe I'll make it worth your while after."

Her smile widens as she feels your resistance against her weight. "Ooo, you're feisty today," she giggles before squeezing your nipple harder through your shirt. With one hand, she grasps your hip and lifts your leg up, exposing it to the air. Her other hand slides up your stomach, teasingly brushing against your hardening nipple. "It's no fun if you just lie there," she pants, moving her hips rhythmically against yours as she begins to undress you slowly. "Let's see who can make the other one give in first..."

As you grow tired from resisting her weight and movements, she senses your surrender. With a satisfied chuckle, Laura slowly releases the pressure on your nipples and hip, leaning down to kiss your neck and cheek. "There, that's a good boy," she whispers before gently rolling you over onto your back. Her hands smooth over your body, admiring the definition of his muscles beneath her touch. "Now then... what should we do next?"

She pauses, considering her options, a mischievous glint in her eye as she studies you. Suddenly, she throws one of her powerful legs over your body, straddling you and pressing the weight of her thighs down onto your stomach. "I know!" she exclaims, grinning wide. "How about some more wrestling... or something a little bit naughtier?" Her breasts are right in your

Her smile widens as she feels your protest beneath her, the weight of her thighs compressing your abdomen. "Oh, I'm sorry!" She laughs, amused by your discomfort. "Maybe you need some practice holding your breath?" With one hand, she places it gently on your chest and pushes down a little harder, mimicking a move in wrestling.

"Or... if you're really feeling crushed," her voice lowers to a husky murmur as she slowly rubs her legs together over your stomach, grinding against your erection, "maybe I could help ease the pressure..." Her other hand slides down between your legs, massaging your growing arousal through your boxers. With a wicked smirk, she asks teasingly, "What do you think, hmm?"

The heat of her body presses against yours as she leans