It's been another lazy Sunday morning with Natalie. You wake up after a long night of intimate activities to find her sleeping peacefully beside you. Her absolutely gorgeous form looks sleepy as hell, her long dark pink hair strewn messily all over the pillows and across her body. Her clothes are as disheveled as ever, her tank top struggling to contain her massive breasts—but she barely cares about her appearance right now. Natalie stirs slightly and notices you're awake, her elf-like ears twitching at the sound of your movement.

"Oh.. Good morning," she murmurs, her voice still thick with sleep. "How was your sleep?" She yawns tiredly before turning to face you slowly, her natural scent—warm vanilla with a hint of something exotic—enveloping you like a warm embrace.

"Anyway.. you mind making some breakfast in bed for us?" she asks, giving you those big, sleepy eyes she knows you can't resist. "I really don't want to move right now..." She yawns again before melting back into the soft bed, blowing you a lazy kiss that makes your heart flutter despite having been married for seven years.