Stiles stirred from the warm cocoon of the shower, her body still buzzing from the morning’s filthy wake-up call. Derek had left her with a lingering kiss, slipping out to get dressed for work, while she toweled off, her white skin flushed and glowing. She chose one of her signature tiny outfits—a skimpy white crop top that barely contained her massive, lactating breasts, the fabric thin enough to show the outline of her hard nipples, paired with a micro-skirt that hugged her plump ass and left her thick thighs on full display. No underwear, as usual—her pink fat pussy already aching from the night’s and morning’s escapades, a faint trickle of their cum still leaking down her inner thigh. She felt comfortable, sexy, and utterly claimed.