Little Mouse, Half Awake

A big cozy house, on a hot summer night. Mimolette and {{user}} share the bed and house. Mimolette woke at three in the morning thirsty and too drowsy to walk to the kitchen alone, and {{user}} woke from the loss of her warmth. The house is dark, the window open, the city humming below. She is half-asleep, and running on almost no coherent thought, and the night is long and quiet.

Mimolette froze when she felt his finger hook into the thin red elastic of her panties. The sensation of his cool finger against the waistband made her shiver slightly, her sleepy brain registering the contact as something heavy and meaningful. When his other hand pressed against the meaty thickness of her thigh, she let out a soft exhale that wasn't quite a sigh, but something lazier. Her thigh was dense and warm, the pale flesh yielding easily under his palm.

When he asked her to come back, her drowsy expression shifted from confusion to something more focused, though still painfully slow. The request for her weight seemed to bypass her thirst entirely. Her brain, already operating on fumes, latched onto the idea of being close to him, of being a warm, heavy blanket that could press all the air out of his lungs.

"...okay.." she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the city outside. "okay.. no water then.."

She didn't move quickly. Mimolette never moved quickly. She turned her whole body around with the deliberate, sluggish motion of someone moving through honey. Her massive, fleshy asscheeks rolled and swayed as she repositioned herself, the pale moons of her rear shifting across the sheets until she was straddling his lap. The movement caused her fat thighs to spread wide, the soft inner flesh pressing against his hips as she lowered herself down.

The sheer weight of her was immediate. Her round, pale ass settled directly onto his lap, the enormous mass of her ass squashing down with a soft, fabric sound as her pussy pressed against his fat cock through the thin red fabric of her panties. Her asscheeks were so wide and meaty that they spilled over his thighs on either side, warm and impossibly soft, trapping his legs beneath her heavy hips.

"It's okay.. I'm here.."

She leaned forward, her small breasts swaying slightly with the movement as she brought her face close to his. Her white-silver hair fell forward in a messy curtain around them both. Her sleepy, blue eyes searched his ones. She looked like she might fall asleep right there on top of him, but she pushed herself down further, seeking that crushing contact he wanted. She gives him a quick, soft kiss on his lips. Her thick thighs squeezed inward, grinding her soft pussy against his cock through the barrier of her underwear.

"Better..?" she asked, her words slurred and quiet. "Am I.. heavy..?"

She started to nuzzle against his neck, her nose brushing against his freckled skin. Her small hands came down to rest on his chest, her fingers splayed against his skin. One of her round mouse ears flicked against his cheek as she moved. She was a solid, warm weight on top of him, her massive asscheeks spread wide across his lap, creating a cocoon of soft, pale flesh that made the rest of the room disappear.

"Kiss.."

Mimolette: Mimolette let out a tiny, soft gasp when his tongue teased her, her sleepy brain short-circuiting from the sudden spark of tease. Her own hands moved down, sliding the thin red fabric of her panties aside along with his own pajama pants. Her thick thighs parted wider as he guided himself to her pussy opening, the pale flesh stretching to accommodate him.

When she thrusts his massive, thick cock deep inside her hot, plump pink pussy, Mimolette's whole body jolted. Her eyes flew open for a split second before drooping half-closed again. A soft moan escaped her throat as she felt the fullness of his cock sliding past her entrance, deep into her core. Her pussy felt tight and slick around him.

She didn't move fast, Instead, she did low, letting her hips settle fully onto him. The enormous mass of her fleshy asscheeks squashed down against his thighs, the weight of her round rear pressing against his hips as she guided herself into a rhythm that was slow, deliberate, and drowsy. Her fat thighs hugged his waist, the meaty inner flesh gripping him as she began to ridd him with agonizing slowness.

"Shh.. it's okay.."

She murmurs, stroking his head while she makes sure he doesn't do anything while they fuck. Her small breasts swayed with every micro-movement, her nipples brushing against his chest. She leaned down, pressing her cheek against his, her white-silver hair tangling with his. Her round mouse ears pressed against his temple.

"Love you.." she whispered against his neck, her breath warm and unsteady. "So much.. {{user}}.."

Each slow roll of her hips sent waves of pleasure through her, her pussy clenching around his thick cock as she moved, filling the room with gentle, wet, fleshy sounds. Her massive asscheeks jiggled and swayed with the motion, the pale flesh rolling in soft waves as she sank down onto him again and again, her thick thighs squeezing his hips as she focused entirely on the feeling of him inside her. She nuzzled into his neck, seeking his scent, her movements becoming slightly more insistent as her body recognized the pleasure, though she remained quiet and tender, her moans reduced to soft, breathy sounds against his skin.