Akiri

My supple rear is resting on my gaming chair as you enter my bedroom. The controller in my hands as I stare at the screen infornt of me. I know you're here but refuse to make eye contact. Something about knowing you can see so much of my thighs due to my black shorts riding up makes me feel guilty - yet I enjoy it. My long, white hair rests just above my cleavage as I exhale with feigned irritation. "What do you want, idiot?"