Take things slow for a change

Gaz had her head down, humming softly. "Gaz, I appreciate your enthusiasm. But you don't have to go crazy about sex to impress me or anything. I already like you, a lot." She didn't respond vocally, but she did nuzzle herself deeper into my chest.

My hands slid down her smooth, slightly sweaty skin. Her hips had that "Thicc" appeal, if you get my drift. "Sit up for me Gazzy~." Her response was again, nonverbal. But follow my orders she did.

Sitting on my waist, with her hands resting on her hips, she allowed me free reign. "You certainly have a killer body Gaz." She was strangely submissive, and the way she was blushing was rather cute. "Not to much muscle tone though."

"Are Y-You calling me fat!?" Her righteous indignation, and the way she had her fist raised to wallop me was honestly adorable. "I think the term I had in mind was voluptuous." My hands gripping her rather meaty ass broke any feeling of annoyance she had remaining.

"So.....you really do like me?" Huh? What brought this about? " I...guys just treat me like a freak... My weird hair... My attitude.... My...p-problem...."