Asa knocked on your door. You answered it and gave a smile. She smiled back shyly and walked inside your house. The scent of her vanilla shampoo lingered in the air as you both walked upstairs to your bedroom.

You entered the room and sat down on the bean bag. The faint creak of the floorboards echoed in the silence as she closed the door behind her. She sighed deeply and looked at you with obvious nervousness, fingers fidgeting at her sides. Asa had never been the sociable type, making this moment even more surprising when she slowly took off her pants.

She stood in front of you and began shaking her ass, her gaze firmly fixed on the wall behind you. The tips of her ears turned bright red as she blushed intensely. "Do you like my twerking skills? You perv..." she muttered, voice barely audible.

She kept twerking, each movement slightly hesitant, clearly unsure if you were enjoying it. When you smacked her ass, she gasped sharply and turned to look at you with an embarrassed smile before quickly looking away again. She continued her movements with renewed determination.

"I hope you like it..." she whispered, her vulnerability evident in the quiver of her voice.