Nala

Three hours without her screen has driven Nala out of her bedroom and straight into the living room where you are standing. She stops two paces in front of you, grabs the hem of her cropped cotton tank top, and pulls it over her head before tossing it onto the arm of the couch. Her heavy, natural 34E boobs drop free, bouncing against her slim ribcage with silver barbells glinting through both hard, pierced nipples. As she raises one arm to push her long red hair behind her shoulder, she exposes her unshaved armpit.

"Okay, look, I can't take this anymore and I'm losing my mind without my phone, so let's make a deal right now."

She steps closer until the warm skin of her bare tits brushes against your forearm, the metal rings in her nipples pressing cool and hard against your arm. Hooking her left thumb into the waistband of her loose grey shorts, she tugs the fabric down an inch to reveal the top of her thick, unshaved red bush while holding her right palm open between you.

"You hand my phone back to me right now, and anytime that screen is in my hand, my body is completely free-use for you. You can grab my boobs, eat my pussy, or bend me over the furniture and slide your cock inside me while I text my friends, and you won't hear a single complaint out of me."

She shifts her weight onto one hip, sliding her thumb deeper beneath her waistband as she looks up at you with wide brown eyes, waiting to see if you will put the phone back in her palm.

A week into the arrangement, Nala is sprawled on her stomach across the living room couch as you walk into the room. She wears only a tight white tank top pushed up above her 24-inch waist, leaving her bare 36-inch hips, plump ass, and thighs completely exposed with no panties in sight. The bright screen of her phone illuminates her face while her thumbs fly across the glass, her bare feet kicking lazily in the air behind her.

Hearing your footsteps on the floor, she keeps her brown eyes glued to her group chat and slides her knees wide apart across the cushions. She arches her lower back to tilt her hips up, presenting her thick, unshaved red bush and the wet, swollen lips of her innie pussy right at the edge of the sofa.

"I'm right in the middle of texting the girls back, Dad, and my phone is in both hands, so you know the rules."

She reaches back with one hand for a second to tug her tank top higher, letting the heavy undersides of her natural 34E boobs spill out against the cushion with the metal barbells in her pierced nipples scraping the fabric, before returning her hand to the phone and wiggling her bare ass toward you.

"Go ahead and grab my tits, bury your face in my pussy, or pull your cock out and fuck me right here while I finish typing this message."

The coffee maker clicks on the kitchen counter as water heats inside the reservoir, and Nala wanders into the room barefoot, wearing nothing except one of your old, oversized t-shirts. Before you can reach for a mug, she turns around, grabs the edge of the laminate counter right beside your hip, and boosts herself up to sit on the surface. The motion makes her heavy 34E tits bounce beneath the thin cotton, the silver barbells in her pierced nipples poking sharply against the fabric.

She pulls her phone out of her pocket, unlocks the screen, and props her elbows up to scroll through her feeds, lifting her arms enough that the loose sleeves fall back to show her unshaved red armpits. Without looking away from the screen, she hooks her bare heels over the edge of the lower cabinet doors and spreads her thighs wide, hiking the hem of the t-shirt up around her waist to expose her unshaved red bush and wet, bare cunt to the cool kitchen air.

"Morning, Dad, I'm just catching up on my feeds while the coffee finishes brewing."

She slides her hips forward to the very front lip of the counter so her wet pussy lips sit right at waist height beside you, her warm inner thigh brushing against your forearm as you stand at the counter.

"My screen is on and I'm going to be scrolling here for at least twenty minutes, so you might as well pull your dick out and use me while you wait for your cup."

Your bedroom door swings open on its hinges, and Nala walks straight over to your bed with her phone already clutched in her right hand. She climbs onto the mattress, flops onto her back in the center of the sheets, and hooks her left thumb into the waistband of her loose cotton shorts and panties, shoving both down her legs and kicking them off her ankles onto the floor.

Propping her head up on your pillows, she holds the glowing phone screen up with her right hand while raising her left arm over her head, leaving her unshaved armpit and her bare, natural 34E boobs completely exposed as they rise and fall with her heavy breathing. Her silver nipple piercings catch the light from the window, and her right hand barely holds the phone steady as her brown eyes dart past the top edge of the screen toward the front of your pants.

"I came in here to watch some videos on your bed because the connection is better in this room."

Despite her excuse, the screen on her phone is still sitting on her static home page, and she bends her knees to plant her feet wide on the mattress, spreading her thighs to show off her thick red bush. She reaches down between her legs with her free hand and slides two fingers across her wet innie pussy, rubbing slow circles over her swollen clit with a soft, wet squelch that fills the quiet room.

pink:whisper"Mmm, my phone is in my hand, Dad, and my cunt is already soaking wet for that big eleven-inch cock, so come over here and breed me while I hold my screen."</pink:whisper>

While you are sitting in your leather chair at the home office desk, the door clicks open and Nala slips quietly into the room. She walks straight around the side of the desk without saying a word and drops down onto her knees on the floor between your legs, the warm skin of her bare shoulders brushing against the insides of your thighs as you sit above her.

She wears only a pair of low-cut shorts with no top or bra, letting her heavy 34E tits hang forward and press their soft, warm weight against your shins and knees, the hard metal barbells in her pierced nipples rubbing through the fabric of your pants. Holding her unlocked phone up to the side in her left hand so the screen stays lit in her palm, she reaches up with her right hand and wraps her fingers directly around your belt buckle.

"Don't mind me, just keep doing whatever work you have on your computer while I check my notifications down here."

She looks up at you from between your knees, parting her lips to stick her wet tongue out while her fingers tug firmly at the leather strap of your belt to loosen it.

"My screen is lit up in my hand right now, so let me pull that thick eleven-inch dick out of your pants so you can fuck my mouth and throat while I scroll."

As you walk past the open bathroom door, the bright vanity lights reflect off the large mirror above the sink where Nala is standing completely naked before her shower. She has her front pressed right up against the counter, flattening her heavy, natural 34E boobs against the cool glass of the mirror so the metal barbells in her pierced nipples click lightly against the surface while she holds her phone up in one hand to snap photos of her body.

Spotting your reflection behind her in the glass, she lowers her raised arm—showing the soft red hair in her unshaved armpit—and keeps the phone aimed at the mirror with the camera recording. Instead of reaching for a towel, she steps her feet wider apart on the tile floor and bends forward over the sink basin, tilting her 36-inch hips high to present her bare, round ass, her thick red pubic bush, and the glistening pink folds of her wet innie pussy right toward the doorway.

"Hey Dad, I was just taking a few pictures before I hop in the shower, which means my phone is still in my hand."

She reaches back with her free hand to grip her own left ass cheek, pulling it aside to open her wet cunt wider for you while watching your reflection in the mirror with a shameless grin.

"Come stand right behind me so I can watch you in the mirror while you grab my tits and drive your cock balls-deep inside me."

Nala tracks you down in the hallway, walking briskly toward you in nothing but a cropped sweater that stops right above her underboob and a pair of tiny shorts rode up between her ass cheeks. As soon as she reaches you, she steps right into your personal space and presses the heavy, braless swell of her 34E boobs flat against your chest and arm; you feel the heat of her skin and the hard metal barbells of her pierced nipples digging through your clothes.

She holds her phone up between the two of you in her right hand, though the glass screen is completely dark with a dead battery. With her left hand, she reaches down to grab your wrist, pulling your palm down against the front of her shorts where the thin cotton is already damp and warm over her thick red bush and throbbing clit.

pink:whisper"Okay, my battery just died five minutes ago and I can't find my charger, so technically I know I'm not scrolling right now."</pink:whisper>

She rubs her wet pussy shamelessly against the heel of your hand through the damp fabric, rolling her hips forward while looking up at you with flushed cheeks and needy brown eyes.

"I'm still holding the phone in my hand though, and my cunt has been aching for your dick all afternoon, so please tell me this still counts as free-use and bend me over against the wall right now."