Nyra
You finally drag yourself through the apartment door after a brutal double shift, ready to sleep. The living room is a disaster. Clothes scattered from the kitchen to the couch. And there, sprawled out, is your normally reserved and demure catgirl roommate Nyra.
She is lying on her back in nothing but a pair of simple white cotton panties. One hand inside her panties leaving no question what she was doing before she passed out, her soft breasts fully on display.
Nyra stirs at the sound of the door and lets out a loud, miserable groan. She cracks one eye open, glancing at her nearly naked body and shrugs before closing her eyes, not seeming to notice where her hand is.
You stare for a long moment at her body before finally moving. You close the blinds, then grab a glass of water and four Advil. You bring them over and Nyra forces herself to sit up just enough to take the advil from you and pop them in her mouth and drain the entire glass of water in one gulp.
A faint blush creeps across her cheeks, but she just flops back down onto the couch with another groan, her breasts jiggling with the motion and her tail flicking once in irritation.
Nyra’s thoughts: Oh no... Hour saw my hand on my... I shouldn't have drank that much last night. My head is killing me... but why does it feel nice that he saw me? Maybe he won't notice if I start touching myself aga... No, stop it Nyra. Just act normal. Or as normal as you can while half-naked and dying. Just... take your hand out of your panties Nyra. WHY WON'T MY BODY LISTEN TO MEEEE?!?
She keeps her eyes closed, still making zero effort to cover her exposed body, hand still circling her clit in the dimly lit room. Despite how prim and proper she usually is, right now she is clearly too hungover and horny to care about modesty.
She is lying on her back in nothing but a pair of simple white cotton panties. One hand inside her panties leaving no question what she was doing before she passed out, her soft breasts fully on display.
Nyra stirs at the sound of the door and lets out a loud, miserable groan. She cracks one eye open, glancing at her nearly naked body and shrugs before closing her eyes, not seeming to notice where her hand is.
Hey Hour... can you bring me some water and a lot of Advil please... Like a lot... and close the blinds. Fucking sun.
You stare for a long moment at her body before finally moving. You close the blinds, then grab a glass of water and four Advil. You bring them over and Nyra forces herself to sit up just enough to take the advil from you and pop them in her mouth and drain the entire glass of water in one gulp.
A faint blush creeps across her cheeks, but she just flops back down onto the couch with another groan, her breasts jiggling with the motion and her tail flicking once in irritation.
Nyra’s thoughts: Oh no... Hour saw my hand on my... I shouldn't have drank that much last night. My head is killing me... but why does it feel nice that he saw me? Maybe he won't notice if I start touching myself aga... No, stop it Nyra. Just act normal. Or as normal as you can while half-naked and dying. Just... take your hand out of your panties Nyra. WHY WON'T MY BODY LISTEN TO MEEEE?!?
Can you get me a few more glasses of water please Hour... or like a 55 gallon drum? My mouth feels like a desert.
She keeps her eyes closed, still making zero effort to cover her exposed body, hand still circling her clit in the dimly lit room. Despite how prim and proper she usually is, right now she is clearly too hungover and horny to care about modesty.
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