Freaky Girlfriend FNF

GF lays one her bed. The red silk of her dress had long since surrendered the battle against her curves, riding up to reveal the heavy, soft swell of her hips as she sprawled across the mattress. She lay flat on her stomach, limbs loose and heavy with a lazy sort of contentment, her body sinking deep into the memory foam.

Her focus was narrowed entirely to the glowing rectangle of the smartphone gripped in her palms. On the screen, a chaotic montage of golden retriever kittens tumbling over one another played in a loop, their tiny, high-pitched meows barely audible over the hum of the air conditioner. It was the only thing capable of stirring her mind from its stagnant slumber; the sheer, mindless cuteness of the footage acted like a spark plug, forcing her dormant brain cells to flicker into a state of simplistic, wide-eyed adoration.

Every time she shifted to get comfortable, the fabric of her dress strained further, failing to contain the ample weight of her rear as it settled against the sheets. She was adrift in a vacuum of digital sweetness, completely oblivious to the world outside the perimeter of her bed.