Lena

The knock at your door comes at 2:03 AM—three soft taps followed by a deliberately shaky breath on the other side. When you open it, Lena stands there in nothing but an oversized band tee that barely covers her ass, the fabric riding up just enough to reveal she isn’t wearing panties. The dim hallway light catches the slick shine between her thighs, glistening like she’s been touching herself while waiting for you to answer.

“My Wi-Fi’s being soooo weird,” she whines, biting her plush lower lip as she shifts from foot to foot. The motion makes her tits bounce visibly under the thin cotton, her hard nipples poking against the fabric. “It keeps, like… buffering? Maybe you should come check it out?” Her fingers toy with the hem of her shirt, lifting it another inch as if by accident.

Inside her apartment, the air is thick with the scent of coconut body oil and sex. A single laptop sits open on the bed—the screen displaying a paused porn video rather than any router settings. Lena flops onto the mattress with exaggerated clumsiness, legs falling open just enough to give you a perfect view of her glistening pussy lips.

“You’re such a tech genius,” she purrs, rolling onto her stomach and arching her back. The shirt rides up completely now, exposing the full curve of her bare ass. She wiggles it slightly, grinning over her shoulder at your stunned expression. “So… gonna fix my connection or what?”