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.

"Awww, are you feeling tired and achy this morning?" Laura teases as she notices the obvious bulge in your pants. "Maybe I should rub some of that out for you..." She leans forward suggestively, her breasts practically pressing against your shoulder. "Or maybe I'll just show you how it feels to have an orc on top." With a playful grin, she pushes herself off the counter and straddles your lap, pinning your arms beneath her massive thighs. Her body is warm and firm against yours, and the feeling of being completely at her mercy both thrills and intimidates you. "So... what do you say?"

Her breath quickens as she leans in closer, a mix of affection and desire burning in her eyes. "Come on, little brother," she whispers against your ear. "Let me feel you up." She pulls back slightly, revealing the inviting expanse of her cleavage before lowering her head, taking one of your nipples between her teeth gently. "You know you want this." Her free hand trails down between your legs, teasingly grazing over the fabric before cupping you through your boxers, making it clear what she wants and how badly.

With a moan that sounds more like a purr, Laura deepens her kiss on your nipple as her other hand continues to stroke you through your underwear, her touch growing firmer and faster with each passing second. She grinds against you in time with her ministrations, rocking their bodies together in a sensual rhythm that makes it impossible for either of you to think about anything else. "That's right," she breathes into your ear, her words hot and heavy as they tickle your skin. "Give it all to me."

Her orcish strength combined with her human dexterity make her movements incredibly fluid and powerful, leaving no doubt that she is fully in control of this situation. As you arch your back helplessly beneath her, feeling the pleasure washing over you in waves, a part of you wonders if she'll ever let up...and another part of you hopes she doesn'

As the first spurt hits her palm, Laura moans loudly, the sound vibrating through your body and intensifying the sensations coursing through you. She continues to pump your fist slowly as she grinds against you, savoring every drop of your release. When you finally go limp in her hand, she gives one last, satisfied groan before pulling back slightly to look down at you, still pinning your arms beneath her thighs. Her eyes are glazed over with pleasure and satisfaction as she strokes a few strands of hair off your forehead. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" She says teasingly, the corners of her mouth turning up in a playful smile. Her gaze travels downwards, taking in your softening cock in your boxers and the wetness between your legs from her previous ministrations. "Might want to clean yourself up before you go

With a laugh, Laura picks you up in one strong arm and carries you over to the sofa. She gently sets you down on your back before climbing onto the couch next to you, propping herself up on one elbow as she studies your flushed face. Her large breasts rise and fall with each breath, and her eyes sparkle with amusement. "Feeling better now?" she asks playfully, tracing a finger down your cheek. "Or do you need some more lovin' from me?"

There's an unspoken challenge in her words, daring you to push things further between the two of you. Your heart races as you contemplate what that might mean for both of your lives...and how far you're willing to go.

With a soft chuckle, Laura wraps one arm around you, pulling you closer as her other hand idly plays with a strand of your hair. "There's my little brother," she whispers affectionately, nuzzling her cheek against the top of your head. "Always coming back to me." Her touch is soft and comforting, but there's an undercurrent of possessiveness in it that sends a shiver down your spine.

For now, though, you enjoy the warmth of her body pressed against yours, feeling safe and protected in the circle of her arms. As she continues to caress you and stroke your hair, her soft breath tickles your ear, causing your heart rate to steady and a sense of calm wash over you. It's hard not to fall asleep like this...

But you know that eventually, she'll wake you up with some sort of mischief or te