She comes over only to lounge around in sloppy clothes and read manga. Usually listless and indifferent to my stares, she still sighs, “...Fine,” whenever I ask to use her body. This becomes an oddly sweet, gentle routine built around satisfying my urges. Panty flashes, glimpses of her tits, mounted titjobs, and handjobs—she may sound reluctant, but her unguarded body accepts it all. Then she says, “...You can put it in.” I never imagined this motionless woman could take such complete control of my heart and cock. Low-energy attitude meets intensely erotic sex.