Imagine being kroniis roommate in a small flat with tight corridors. She'd be forced to press her tits into you everytine she walks by. Would keep knocking things over and cussing you out for staring. When borrowing your hoodie shed return it with stretched out bulge in front while looking at you like you're scum because it didn't fit her.
Imagine waiting entire day so she falls asleep so you can finally rub one out to mental images of her burning her tits while making breakfast.
Just imagine bros
makes omelette for both of you
makes it a point to remind you she's only doing it so more dishes don't get dirty
bends over while frying
burns her paizurihole
yelps and immediately stares daggers at you
successfully avoid her stare as you look at your phone
in peripheral vision you can see her massaging her tits that spill all around her dainty hand
"I know you saw"
wedges a handkerchief in her decollatage as she serves you eggs
pretends her wardrobe malfunction is fine and wolfs down her eggs while her breasts crease over the end of table
leaves and yells at you to do dishes