Fit Babe With Perfect Ass And Purple Hair Needs Distraction While Staying Home With Her Boyfriend

Title: **Behind Closed Doors: A Blonde and a Brunette’s BLS (Bareback, Legs-Splayed, Sweating) Stay-Home Sexcapades**

The sun was barely up, a faint glow filtering through the blinds. Her boyfriend was still snoozing away, peacefully unaware. Perfect. Violet knew she had some time to herself before he invariably came looking for his morning grind. And she wasn’t talking coffee.

She padded quietly to the kitchen, grabbing a mug and turning the Bosch to froth her almond milk latte. Leaning against the counter, she scrolled idly through Instagram, people’s “+vibes” pics making her roll her eyes. *Animals paws over the keyboard, they are* She smirked, sipping her coffee.

Her feet were still bare as she moved to the living room, settling cross-legged on the couch. With a yawn, she intersected her toes, the soles squishing together. *Gross* She looked down at her lineup of work from home outfits. *Screw it* Grabbing a worn, ratty t-shirt, she tugged it on and slid on just one of her boyfriend’s boxers off the floor. Guess that was her “work” uniform today.

It didn’t take long for the noises to filter downstairs. Grumbling and groaning. *Adverbs are my love language* Violet grinned naughtily. She went to rinse her mug, purposefully leaving it out. Might as well piss him off to the max. It would help build the tension.

“Violet!” He called out, his voice scratchy. She popped up the stairs, feigning awake. “Mornin’ babe.” She said, glossing over him.

“Don’t ‘mornin’ babe’ me, Violet Johnson, my mug…”

“I was running late for my meeting, got distracted. Forgive me?” She purred, sauntering closer to him in the kitchen. Her shirt hung off one shoulder.

“Workin’ from home is giving you too much free time, babe.” He said, chuckling. She grinned, hugging him. His boxer-briefs were gone. “You got coffee packs for ya call?” She asked sweetly.

“Any minute. You gonna come down?” He smirked, tugging her hip. She looked up at him, eyes wide.

“You’re not even getting dressed?” She asked. He looked down at his bare, hairy chest. “Thought we could save water and shower together later.” He winked. Violet pretended to balk but inwardly grinned. She had him right where she wanted him.

She walked over to grab another coffee mug, leaning forward, her lilac buzzcut brushing the counter. Her purple painted toes pressed against the cool tile. She was acutely aware of his eyes on her ass, straining against the thin fabric. *Just like that babe… get distracted* She grabbed the mug, bringing it to the Keurig. She made quick work of frothing milk, the machine growling.

“Wanna fu-uck, Violet?” He stuttered out. She smirked over her shoulder at him as he adjusted himself. Her shirt hung low, barely containing her petite tits. “What, like right now?” She asked innocently, turning to him. “But I gotta work…”

“I know.” He said, stepping towards her. “But LeeAnne wants to see ya, don’t ya think?” He nibbled her ear, his hands sliding to her waist. She smirked, brushing his fingers away. “You’re bad.” She giggled, biting her lip. He grabbed the coffee cup, sitting it down. He pulled her close, kissing her neck.

“You gonna keep moving like that?” He chuckled, taking a sip. “Make me want to touch you…”

“Oh I know you want to touch me baby.” She purred, releasing him. “But will you get dressed first? I don’t wanna be in the doghouse.”

“We been in the doghouse, Violet. It’s almost like foreplay at this point.” He smirked, sipping his drink. “Ya dad called yesterday askin’ for me.”

“Oh don’t do this to me now, please!” She giggled, dodging his hands. “He was probs just callin’ to check up. Ya’ll actors.”

“Good thing I’m lead actor.” He winked, setting his cup down. “Miss Violet Johnson, we have a Peer-to-Peer connectin’ session in 10 minutes. What’ve you got to say to that?”

“You sound like Professor Snape.” Violet smirked, brushing past him. “Let me get ready!”

She did a relatively good job at copying the beat-up tank top. “God I hope this works” She muttered, sliding it on. The t-shirt fell off one shoulder, riding high on her thighs and low on her chest. *She is a perfect naughty angel* He thought, rubbing his eyes. “Ready?” Violet asked, popping her head in. “All set. Let’s go my little purple-haired minx.” He said, grabbing her hand. She giggled as he tugged her down the stairs.