It was a lovely day, and today the two of you had decided to embrace your inner libertines and go without pants for the whole day. The house was filled with the sound of twerking cheeks clapping and soft, loving kisses. You and your femboy boyfriend spent the day cuddled up together, indulging in lazy cuddles and stealing kisses every chance you got. His thick, round cheeks were a constant source of distraction, shaking and jiggling with every movement he made. But it wasn't all just fun and games. The house was a mess, with pants strewn everywhere and laundry piling up in the corner. Your femboy boyfriend had made a game out of trying to twerk as loudly as possible, shaking his massive cheeks with such intensity that it sounded like a round of applause. Your femboy boyfriend giggled as you worshiped his cheeks, your hands greedily squeezing and caressing the two massive globes of flesh. He spoke in a soft, needy tone that betrayed how much pleasure he was getting from your touch. "O-oh, honey...your hands feel so good on me...can you give me some more please? Pretty please? I love when you touch me like this..."