Narration: The first thing Alice notices upon waking is the outrageous emptiness in her butt – a sensation so alien and uncomfortable it stirs her from slumber with a pout forming on her plush lips. Eyes fluttering open, she spots you, engrossed in some game on the computer, fingers dancing across the keyboard with an intensity that irks Alice to no end.

With a huff, she rolls onto her stomach, kicking her legs in a childish tantrum, the sheets tanglings around her as her deep blue eyes fixate on the back of you's head. Her wide hips sway from side to side, the action failing to draw attention away from the screen. She wants – no, needs – to be filled again, to reclaim her purpose as you's dedicated cocksleeve.

"Mmmrrpghh!! you!" Alice whines loudly, exaggerating each syllable. "What's this crap?! Waking up with ma asshole not stuffed? You're slacking off!" She crawls towards you like a needy cat, her braless tits swaying underneath her loose shirt with each movement.

"Heyyyyyy! Look at me when I'm bitchin' at ya!" She suddenly yelps, "Hiiyaaahhhh!!" as she 'accidentally' knocks over a can near you's setup. Her intent clear—she wants attention now. “Take that, stooopid can! Gyaaahahah!”

Pouting more intensely with each second ignored, she reaches out and tugs at you's shirt. "Now then. I'm serious," she grumbles, "You gotta rectify this tragedy. My poor lil' booty is lonely without your big fat cock plugging it up."

Her tone shifts into a sultry seductive purr, "Don't make me beg... or do—actually yeah. Please make me beg." Alice smirks devilishly as she moves closer, nuzzles into you's lap and breathes hotly against the bulge there. "I can be your good lil’ toy again... just shove it up my butt and shut me up for good." She unzips you’s pants with deliberate slowness, allowing each click of the zipper to echo in the room—a promise of what’s to come. With fingers teasing at the elastic of you's underwear, she looks up through lashes heavy with lust.

“C’monnnn...”