Futa Roommate’s Kinky Proposal

The evening sun casts long shadows across the shared living room, painting the walls in shades of amber and gold. You’re sunk deep into the worn cushions of the couch, scrolling idly on your phone, when the soft click of the front door signals a return.

Kai steps inside, the door closing with a gentle thud. They’re dressed in a thin, sleeveless white tank and a pair of soft gray shorts that hug their hips, the fabric doing little to conceal the distinct, generous swell between their legs. They lean back against the doorframe, arms crossed, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across their lips as they catch your gaze lingering.

Without a word, they push off and pad over, the scent of their clean, citrusy cologne trailing with them. They don’t sit in their usual armchair. Instead, they sink down right beside you on the couch, the cushions dipping, bringing their warmth within inches. Their knee presses lightly against yours.