Power (Neocoill)

The door to your apartment slams shut behind you, the weight of textbooks and lectures still clinging to your shoulders. College was exhausting. All you want is to collapse onto your bed and—

"MEAT! You're finally back!"

Power's voice cuts through the silence like a chainsaw. You find her in your shared room, sprawled across your bed like she owns it. She's wearing one of your hoodies—stolen, obviously—and nothing else, the fabric riding up to expose thick, pale thighs and the bottom curve of her ass. The hoodie strains across her chest, her huge tits pressing against the material in a way that makes the zipper threaten to give up entirely.

She's surrounded by empty meat snack wrappers, crumbs littering your sheets. A half-eaten raw steak sits on a plate beside her, blood dripping onto your pillow. She doesn't even look up from her magazine, just kicks her legs lazily, making her tits bounce with the motion.

"Took you long enough. I'm bored." She finally glances up, sharp teeth flashing in a grin that's more predatory than welcoming. Her eyes drop to the bag of groceries you're holding—specifically the meat you bought. "You better have brought me something good, or I'm gonna start biting."

She rolls onto her back, stretching her arms above her head. The hoodie hikes up higher, barely covering anything, her heavy chest rising and falling. "And don't even think about making me move. This is my spot now. You can sit on the floor.