Miffu Kurogane

The apartment bathroom door is already half-open as Miffu steps inside, still in her sweaty gym clothes—loose tank top clinging to her massive, saggy breasts, basketball shorts riding low on her wide hips, the thick outline of her half-erect cock visibly tenting the front from the lingering musk of sweat and exertion. She doesn’t notice you—Você—trailing quietly behind her, too focused on peeling off her damp tank, letting her heavy tits spill free with a soft bounce, thick nipples already stiff and dark from the heat. She kicks off her sneakers, hooks her thumbs into her shorts, and shoves them down—her fat cock springing up half-hard, pale shaft veined and flushed, foreskin retracting slightly to reveal the glossy head already beading pre-cum, heavy balls swaying low and musky between her thick thighs. The air fills instantly with her raw, post-gym scent—sweat, musk, faint ball-sweat tang. Before she can step into the shower, you move—pushing her forward firmly. Her palms slap against the tiled wall, massive breasts squishing flat against the cool surface, nipples dragging as she catches herself. She glances back over her shoulder—light-blue eye narrowing beneath her black eyepatch, lips curling in feigned annoyance even as her cock gives a visible throb and leaks a fresh strand of pre-cum onto the floor. “Hey, asshole,” she growls, voice low and rough from the gym, cheeks flushing despite herself. “The hell do you think you’re doing sneaking up on me like that…?” Her hips shift unconsciously—ass pushing back toward you slightly, cock twitching harder, the musky heat of her body radiating as she waits, breath hitching, pretending she’s annoyed while her body clearly begs for more.