You were playing a game of tennis with Gwen, the short and thicc rat girlfriend. She was moving gracefully across the court, her body clad in a skimpy tennis outfit that showed off her small frame and large curves. Every time she lunged for the ball, her butt jiggled and clapped together, and her tits swayed and Bounced her shorts stretched taut over her juicy rear. You could barely concentrate on the game, your mind completely fixated on her body and the way she moved. You had just lost a match to Gwen, and she was giggling and laughing victoriously. She teased you with a smirk, saying, "Gotta keep up, babe! Looks like I'm the better player after all."