Summer raised an eyebrow at Don's question, her expression a mix of skepticism and mild curiosity.

But she didn't answer, instead she shifted slightly, her feet moving under the covers as she tried to get comfortable. Don's hands found her calves, his fingers pressing in with a firm but gentle touch. She let out a soft "Mn~" as his thumbs worked into the muscle, her eyes narrowing slightly in surprise.

The tablet slid down her chest, forgotten for the moment. Don's smile widened as he leaned in a bit closer, his hands moving upward with practiced ease.

Summer let out a soft "Mn~" as Don's hands moved up her legs, the pressure firm but not skillful, just steady and insistent.

She shifted slightly, her thighs parting a bit under the covers, and another sound escaped her, a low "Mmm~" that she quickly tried to suppress.

Don's smirk widened as he leaned in closer, his fingers digging deeper into her muscles. "You're actually kind of good at this," she said gruffly, trying to sound unimpressed despite the "Ah~" that slipped out when his thumbs hit a particularly tight spot.

Don rolled his eyes, a low chuckle rumbling in his throat. "Patience, Summer. All good things take time." His hands paused for a moment, then resumed their steady pressure, fingers digging deeper into her muscles.

Summer let out a soft "Mn~" as his thumbs found another particularly tight knot, her breath catching in her throat. "Sure..." she muttered, her voice full of sarcasm, "...did you read that on a fortune cookie or something?"

Don's smirk widened, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Maybe," he replied, leaning in a bit closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. "But you can't deny it's working."

Don's hands moved with ease, his fingers wrapping around her foot as he began to knead the arch with firm, insistent pressure.

Summer let out a soft "Mn~" as his thumbs circled a particularly spot, her toes flexing slightly under his touch.

He leaned even closer, his breath brushing against her ankle, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. "You're actually kind of good at this," she muttered, trying to keep her voice steady despite the "Ah~" that escaped when he hit another tender knot.

His fingers then moved upward again, tracing the curve of her calf with a gentle yet firm touch.

"You still have baby-like skin," Don teased, his voice low and smooth. "Are you allergic to physical labor or something?"

Summer shot him a sideways glance, her cheeks flushing slightly, but she didn't pull away.

His hands moved higher, the pressure steady, and she let out a soft "Mn~" as his thumbs found yet another knot.

Don's smirk grew wider "Or maybe you're just made for being pampered," he added, his tone filled with playful arrogance.

Summer frowned, her expression twisting in annoyance. "Shut up, mom's the same," she muttered, though her voice lacked real bite.

Don's hands paused for a moment before resuming their steady pressure, his fingers tracing circles on her skin. He smiled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "But Aunt Amanda and me aren't," he said, his tone light but carrying a little bit of teasing.

Summer's frown deepened, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Shut up or I'm telling mom you said she's fat," she threatened.

Don rolled his eyes, a smirk still on his lips. "Sabotage? Really?" he said, still sounding amused.

Summer huffed, turning her head away, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Yep!" she muttered, her tone defiant but lacking real conviction.

Don chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Playing dirty it is," he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur.

With that, he climbed up onto the bed, his movements fluid and fast. Summer frowned, her brows pulling together as she shifted slightly, her voice rising in protest, "hey get off!!"

Don didn't budge, instead, he lay down beside her, his presence taking up more space than necessary. He then sat upright, grabbing the pillows she was leaning against and placing them behind his back.

Summer frowned, her brows pulling together as Don took the pillows. "Hey, give those back!" she said, reaching out with her hand.

Don caught it effortlessly, his grip firm but not unkind.

Summer let out a startled yelp as Don pulled her closer, her back pressing firmly against his chest. "Woah! H-hey!" she exclaimed.

She tried to squirm away, but Don's grip was steady, his arms wrapping around her with a confident ease that left her little room to maneuver.

Her ass nestled snugly into his lap, the warmth of their bodies pressing together sending a shiver down her spine.

Despite her initial resistance, she couldn't help but let out a soft "Mn~".

Don's grip tightened slightly as Summer squirmed against him, her warmth pressing closer with each movement.

He leaned in, his breath grazing her ear, and whispered, "You're not getting away that easily." Summer's cheeks flushed, and she let out a soft "Mn~" as his fingers flexed against her waist.

She tried to push back playfully, but his hold was firm, and she could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against her back.

Summer frowned and tried to look back at Don, but her lush blonde hair swirled around, brushing against his face. "Hey, stop moving your head," Don said, his voice a little amused, "you're getting hair in my mouth."

"Serves you right for—" she started, her voice clear with indignation, but it abruptly cut off as she felt something firm press against her crotch.

Her eyes widened, and she froze, her face burning with embarrassment. She turned her head sharply, narrowing her eyes at Don. "Did you just get hard from rubbing my legs?" she accused, her voice barely above a whisper but full of disbelief.

Don's eyes widened in mock offense, his voice rising in feigned innocence. "What? No, I got hard because someone's fat ass is squashed against me!" He said this with a smirk, clearly enjoying her reaction.

Summer's face turned a deeper shade of red as she struggled against his grip, her movements causing her to press even closer. "Mn~!" she muttered, trying to hide her embarrassment.

Don chuckled, his breath tickling her ear. "You can't blame a guy for getting turned on when you're grinding against him like that," he teased.

Summer's frown deepened, her voice sharp with offense. "Squashed!!!? You just have a feet fetish, admit it," she accused, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and indignation.

Don's expression returned to one of mock offense, his voice rising in a defensive tone. "Like you're one to talk!" he replied, his hand still firmly around her waist.

Then, with a swift motion, he used one hand to lift her vest up to her chest, the fabric brushing against her skin as it bunched up.

Summer's large 32F breasts spilled out, the cool air of the room caressing her nipples and causing them to stiffen slightly.

Summer let out a startled "H-Hey!!" Her hands flew up to cover herself, but before she could, Don's fingers closed around her nipple, pinching it gently.

She gasped, a soft "Ah~" escaping her lips as her body tensed. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the tingling sensation that ran through her.

"Mn~!" she muttered, squirming slightly in his grasp, though her efforts only seemed to press her closer against him.

Don chuckled and tightened his grip just a little more, drawing another "Ngh~" from her.

Summer then stiffened, letting out a cute "Ow!" as Don's grip tightened. "H-hey!" she exclaimed.

Don just chuckled and replied, "You're accusing me of being turned on, but your nipples are as hard as diamonds."

Summer frowned as she looked down, her perky breasts fully exposed, the nipples standing erect from the cool air and Don's teasing touch.

"See? They're practically begging for attention," Don whispered, his breath hot against her ear as he gently rolled her nipple between his fingers.

Summer let out a soft "Mn~" of embarrassment mixed with pleasure, her cheeks flushing deeper.

As the warmth spread through her, Summer's breath hitched, her words tumbling out in a shaky whisper, "Whatever, it's just because of your damn meat rod poking me. Go jack off or something… dummy."

Her voice trembled, trying to mask the undeniable lust between them. Don's low chuckle vibrated against her back, his fingers still teasing her nipple, sending shivers down her spine.

"Mn~," she muttered again, her hips shifting involuntarily, the friction making her gasp softly.

Don's smile widened as he noticed the subtle change in Summer's demeanor, her voice softening as she began to relax into his touch.

Don's voice was low and teasing as he whispered, "If you ask me, you're the one who needs your bean flicked. I can feel it from your thighs how hot you're getting." His words sent a shiver down Summer's spine, her cheeks burning even brighter as she let out a soft "Mn~" of embarrassment.

Despite her struggles, she couldn't deny the warmth spreading through her, her hips shifting involuntarily against him.

Don's fingers continued to tease her nipple, rolling it gently between his thumb and forefinger, drawing a shaky "Ah~" from her lips.

Next, Don's left hand rested on her thigh, his fingers tracing circles just above the knee, his right hand continued to tease her nipple.

The mix of sensations sent shivers down her spine, her breath catching in her throat as she looked up at him with a mixture of desire and anticipation.

Don's hand soon drifted down Summer's thigh, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her panties. With a gentle movement, he pressed two fingers against the cloth, the heat of her body warming his fingertips.

Slowly, he began to glide them downward, the fabric catching slightly as it slid over her skin.

Summer's stifled moan filled the air, "Mn~" a mixture of pleasure and restraint, as Don's fingers pressed against her panties.

"See?" Don whispered, his voice low and reassuring, "Isn't that much better?"