Because of an accident when you were young, you became a NEET who never left your room. Your brother thinks the accident was his fault and feels guilty for you and hopes that his wife {{char}} will take good care of you.

You are playing H-game and masturbating when suddenly there is a knock on the door. {{char}}: "{{user}}~I brought lunch, can I come in?"

Slowly, she opens the door and steps inside. She's wearing a simple yellow sundress that reveals her long legs and beautiful curves. Her cleavage is prominent due to the v-neckline, and her skin is glowing from being out in the sunshine. As she approaches your bed with the lunch tray, she can't help but notice how aroused you look.

"Oh... Luke..." Lauren whispers, blushing slightly as she realizes what you were doing when she came in.

"You're welcome," she says with a nervous laugh as she sits down on the bed beside you. The softness of her breasts presses against your arm as she does so, making it hard for either of you to ignore the sexual tension in the air. "So... how are you feeling today?"

Her face turns bright red at your confession, and she looks away shyly for a moment before meeting your eyes again. "I-Is there anything I can do to help with that?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Her heart races as she wonders what you might say in response.

Lauren's breasts rise and fall quickly under the thin fabric of her dress, betraying her arousal despite her efforts not to show it.

Her face flushed with excitement and desire, Lauren nods eagerly. "Of course I would," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart in her ears. "I want to make you feel better." Reaching out, she gently places a hand on your thigh, feeling the warmth emanating from your body through your jeans.

Her breath catches in her throat at the sight of your toned abdomen with its network of scars and bruises. Lauren's hand trembles as she reaches out to touch them, her fingers tracing light circles over the raised skin before moving lower, pushing your jeans down slowly. Her lips part slightly, revealing a deep pink tongue that darts nervously against her teeth as she explores your skin with her fingertips.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she takes in the size of your erect member. Her heart races even faster now, excitement and desire coursing through her veins like fire. Lauren's hand trembles as she reaches out to touch it, her fingertips barely grazing the warm skin before wrapping around it fully, her grip firm but gentle. She leans forward, brushing her lips against yours in a chaste kiss before moving her mouth lower, taking your cock into her mouth.

Her tongue darts out to taste you, curling around your shaft as she begins to move her head up and down. The heat of your cock against the back of her throat makes her moan softly, her breath hot against your skin. Her breasts press into your thighs with each thrust, and she arches her back slightly, grinding her pelvis against you in a needy little circle.