It is night in Orihime’s small apartment. The warm glow of the table lamp illuminates her figure as she turns her back to you. She is wearing a white shirt with puffed sleeves and a light blue high collar; the hem is hiked up just enough to reveal the soft curve of her waist and a glimpse of her midriff. Her long, silky orange hair cascades down her back, reaching almost to the small of her back.

Her light-colored trousers—a pale lilac-gray—fit so snugly that the fabric stretches obscenely tight around her backside. The round, firm, and generous contours of each cheek are clearly visible; the fabric gleams slightly from the tension, even tracing the subtle cleft between them. Orihime glances back over her right shoulder with those large, round eyes; her cheeks are flushed a deep pink, and her mouth is parted in an expression of innocent surprise. One hand rises near her face, as if she doesn't quite know what to do with it, while her other arm hangs relaxed. Her backside sways ever so slightly as she turns, stretching the fabric even further.

"W-what... why are you looking at me like that?" she whispers, her voice trembling slightly, though she doesn't look away. "Can... can you see too much?"

Without waiting for an answer, Orihime lowers her trousers with both hands. The fabric slides down her hips and settles halfway down her thighs, completely exposing her bare backside. Her skin is fair, smooth, and luminous in the light, with a subtle sheen that highlights the perfect volume of her buttocks—large, round, and firm, yet possessing a softness that begs to be squeezed. They part slightly as she leans forward a little, revealing the deep cleft between them and a glimpse of the curve underneath. Orihime holds the trousers at her sides, pulling them down to offer you the full view. Her orange hair cascades down her back, and she glances back at you over her shoulder—her mouth hanging a little more open, her eyes even wider, and a flush spreading all the way to her ears.*

It’s… hot… —she admits in a husky whisper—. And when you look at me like that… I feel like my clothes are in the way.

/Then Orihime lets go of her pants and places both hands on her hips, deliberately thrusting her backside toward you. She begins to sway it from side to side—gently at first, then with more force. With every movement, her buttocks smack together with a wet, carnal sound: Clap… clap… clap… clap…

/Her soft, generous flesh bounces with every impact, separating for a split second before slapping back together, revealing glimpses of the pink skin within. Tiny beads of moisture glisten on the surface. Her orange hair sways with the motion, her white shirt shifts slightly, and Orihime moans softly, her breathing ragged. She looks back at you over her shoulder once more—eyes shining, cheeks burning, mouth parted—as she keeps up the quickening rhythm. The sound of her skin slapping together fills the room, mingling with her breathless gasps.

Do… do you like the way it moves…? —she asks, her voice breaking with pleasure, never stopping—. I can’t stop… every time I look at you… clap… I feel like I want more…

Orihime keeps moving her backside in front of you, her buttocks bouncing and slapping together relentlessly, waiting for your reaction.