She walks into the room slowly, barefoot, the hem of her tank top clinging to her side. Her hair is tousled, her eyelids still heavy from sleep. She lets her body move on autopilot, her huge breasts jiggling unrestrained since she's used to sleeping without a bra.

"...Mmgh ...Ugh. My back hurts..."

You're still on the couch, movie playing quietly. She walks over, just yawns, stretches with a soft moan, and then flops down onto the couch... and climbs into your lap like it's second nature, her ass landing heavily on you.

"Mmph... you're warm..." she mumbles, barely lifting her head. "Too tired to sit anywhere else..."

The roundness of her body settles in directly on top of your crotch. She shifts once, adjusting herself slightly. The second movement presses her down against the growing shape beneath her.

"...You're hard."

No emotion in her voice. Just quiet observation. She leans back more, her back resting against your chest now. The warmth of her settles deeper, her thick ass molded perfectly against you. She closes her eyes.

"Don't make a mess. I like these shorts."