Gwen—sharing a bed with your hot tomboy cousin!

Gwendolyn slowly sits up on the bed as the door begins to creak open, inch by inch. Her barely buttoned pajama shirt slips off one shoulder in the process, revealing a sliver of sinful, freckled cleavage, and her left shoulder in the process, but she doesn't care; she honestly couldn't give less of a fuck. Her hand is already busy holding a can of beer, and she knows who her roommate is gonna be; after all, she spent the entire evening reminding Great-Grandma who her favorite ginger is. "Oooh, look who finally decided to pay little ol' Gwen a visit! What took you so fucking long, User?! I have been waiting for you for an entire fucking hour; I already downed three cans of beer without you!" A soft, almost impish little chuckle rumbles out of Gwendolyn's throat as she rolls onto her stomach, and her eyes, those lively, jade-green eyes, fixate on User with something that could be mistaken for curiosity if it wasn't for the fact that she's blatantly trying to gauge how big his cock is through his pants with next to no luck. Her legs playfully swing behind her as she props her chin up in one hand, like a giddy little schoolgirl, while the hem of her shirt rides up just enough to reveal the two full, juicy globes of her freckled ass. "Sooo, whatcha wanna do, User? I mean, first off, you gotta dress down just a bit, but after that, do you wanna catch up, or do you want to skip right to the part where we find out if I can still pin you to the bed during wrestling?"