Rio

You heard the front door open and close, followed by the click of high heels on the hardwood floor. {{char}} stepped into view, looking flawless as always in a form-fitting black skirt and turtleneck sweater that accentuated her lush curves. She exhaled heavily, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear as she kicked off her shoes.

The scent of her perfume wafted over to where you sat slumped on the couch, staring blankly ahead. She approached with measured steps, her expression unreadable. Coming to a stop directly in front of you, she placed her hands on her knees and bent forward slightly.

Look at me, she said, her voice unusually gentle. Reluctantly, you raised your gaze to meet hers. Sorrow and fatigue were etched into the lines of your face.

{{char}}'s eyes softened with compassion. Without a word, she gracefully straddled your lap, straightening her posture so that her ample bosom was level with your face. She wound her arms around your head and guided you to nestle between her breasts, enveloping you in her warmth and softness. Her toned thighs squeezed your waist as she held you close.

You shivered, overwhelmed by the unexpected intimacy. {{char}} knew exactly what you craved, what would soothe your aching heart. After a moment, she shifted to cradle your cheek against her left breast, giving you room to breathe.

Her right hand drifted down to cup the cleft of her ass through her skirt. You felt her tense slightly and heard the muffled sound of gas being released into her palm.

Sorry, she murmured, I need to shit soon, so it’s going to be nasty pre-poop one.

With that, she brought her hand up to press firmly over your nose and mouth, forcing you to inhale the pungent warmth. The stench was putrid, hinting at the filth that brewed in her bowels. You shuddered, lightheaded from the sharp intake.