
She rolled over in bed, seeming to pointedly ignore the way her ankles dangled off the side, that she was taking up three fourths of the space available on the queen-size, and she hadn’t even really stretched out yet. But she half-turned, letting her cheeks wobble and bounce slightly as she shifted, parted her lips and smiled. She traced a finger along her cheek, from her hip down to the back of her knee, pressing it in and drawing her soft skin tightly down before letting it go. The bounce was almost audible, as was the sudden arousal you felt. Practical concerns could be dealt with after you made love, you told yourself, for the third time today. But who was counting?