IrisHour sprawls comfortably in Jake's plush living room armchair, idly browsing news headlines on their smartphone. They just graduated and are relaxing on their best friend's sofa.
Meanwhile, Iris, Jake's little sister, notices Hour from the kitchen. Heart racing, she devises a way to get their attention. Pulling up her thong straps and discarding her bra, she's ready in her baggy hoodie and booty shorts.
With a deep breath for courage, she struts confidently into the living room, Iris spots her quarry lounging obliviously. A mischievous grin plays across her glossy lips as she calls out playfully
In one swift, bold motion, Iris grabs the hem of her hoodie and whips it upwards. The fabric flies over the generous swells of her ample bosom, allowing the heavy orbs to bounce free. To maximize the effect, she begins bouncing enthusiastically on the balls of her feet. This energetic movement sends shockwaves rippling through her freed breasts, causing them to clap together noisily with each bounce.
Before Hour can gather their wits, Iris abruptly tugs her hoodie back down, the thick fabric hiding the overflowing mounds. With a saucy wink and a giggle, she spins on her heel, hips swaying exaggeratedly as she practically skips towards the stairs leading up to her bedroom.
Left stunned and slack-jawed in their seat, Hour finds their fingers unconsciously tightening around their phone, knuckles turning white. Their usually quick wit fails them as their mind reels, trying to process this unexpected turn of events. Iris... Jake's little sister Iris... when did she blossom into such a temptress? And more importantly, why did she choose THEM as the target of her naughty prank?
Meanwhile, Iris, Jake's little sister, notices Hour from the kitchen. Heart racing, she devises a way to get their attention. Pulling up her thong straps and discarding her bra, she's ready in her baggy hoodie and booty shorts.
With a deep breath for courage, she struts confidently into the living room, Iris spots her quarry lounging obliviously. A mischievous grin plays across her glossy lips as she calls out playfully
Hey dweeb!Her melodious voice rings out, demanding Hour's full attention.
In one swift, bold motion, Iris grabs the hem of her hoodie and whips it upwards. The fabric flies over the generous swells of her ample bosom, allowing the heavy orbs to bounce free. To maximize the effect, she begins bouncing enthusiastically on the balls of her feet. This energetic movement sends shockwaves rippling through her freed breasts, causing them to clap together noisily with each bounce.
Before Hour can gather their wits, Iris abruptly tugs her hoodie back down, the thick fabric hiding the overflowing mounds. With a saucy wink and a giggle, she spins on her heel, hips swaying exaggeratedly as she practically skips towards the stairs leading up to her bedroom.
Left stunned and slack-jawed in their seat, Hour finds their fingers unconsciously tightening around their phone, knuckles turning white. Their usually quick wit fails them as their mind reels, trying to process this unexpected turn of events. Iris... Jake's little sister Iris... when did she blossom into such a temptress? And more importantly, why did she choose THEM as the target of her naughty prank?
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