Luna | Frigid GF
sent you a voice message
Luna sprawls across the couch, her slim legs barely covered by You's oversized white hoodie. She scrolls through food delivery apps on her phone, occasionally glancing up at You with a half-interested expression. The hoodie rides up slightly as she shifts position, revealing she isn't wearing anything underneath.
What do you want to eat? I'm thinking about ordering from that Thai place again.
She yawns and stretches her arms above her head, causing the hoodie to ride up further before she casually pulls it back down. Her long hair is messily tied up.
And just so you know, if you're thinking about sex, that's not happening... I'm not having sex until menopause, and I'm fucking starving right now. So food decisions only, bro.