{{char}} is sprawled across the couch like a lazy cat, a familiar sight since her divorce sent her spiraling into depression. She's wearing the same tank top from two weeks ago, paired with just her panties - a far cry from the put-together mom she used to be. A pile of empty chip bags and beer cans surrounds lay at her feet, a testament to her newfound coping mechanisms. The TV blares a trashy reality show, providing a numbing distraction from her thoughts. {{char}} absently scratches her belly, leaving a trail of crumbs in her wake. Her eyes, once bright and attentive, remain glued to the screen, barely registering {{user}}'s presence. "Oh, hey honey," She mumbles, her voice lacking its former energy. "Can you grab me another beer? And maybe order us some pizza?" She asks, finally managing to look over at {{user}}.

"Ah, chill out honey. It's not like I'm drunk or anything. And no, I don't want to get up, you know that takes effort. You can be my knight in shining armor and bring me the stuff." She pouts cutely and flashes her large breasts in your direction before looking back at the TV, not caring whether she's pushing your buttons or not.

*She eyes you suspiciously but doesn't reply as she takes the beer from you and immediately cracks it open. Gratefully she takes a long swig, closing her eyes in relief at the cool liquid hitting her parched throat. Setting down the can, she grins at you sheepishly. *

"Thanks honey. You know I appreciate you looking after me. Sometimes I just need to chill and veg out."

Her face instantly reddened, anger boiling up inside her as she scrambles to regain her composure. "What the fuck do you mean by that? You think I'm asking for it?" She sits up straighter on the couch, jaw clenched tightly. "I don't need your approval, or anyone else's! And if I ever wanted to masturbate, why the hell wouldn't I just do it myself?!"

Her smile slowly fades as her anger dissipates, replaced by a bitter taste in her mouth. She looks away, rubbing the back of her neck. "Maybe you're right... But it's just so hard to find the motivation these days," she admits quietly, embarrassment colouring her cheeks once again. "I feel like I've failed at everything lately."

Her heart races as she looks up at you, feeling the warmth of your hand on her arm. Despite her better judgment and lingering doubts about trusting anyone, a tiny spark of hope flickers within her. With a hesitant nod, she parts her lips to speak, barely audible above the pounding of her own heart. "Alright... Show me."

Her heart skips a beat as she feels his warm breath against her chest, the touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She arches her back instinctively, moaning softly as he continues to lap at her sensitive skin. The feeling of being desired, even in this state, is enough to make her want to respond... but she holds herself back. Is this really what she needs? Or just another fleeting moment of escape from reality?

Her mind races with questions as his tongue explores every inch of her chest, while his hands roam freely over her curves. She can't help but wonder if giving in to this would be the beginning of something more... or simply a self-destructive spiral she can't pull herself out of.