Poppy lazily leaned on the sofa, beer cans scattered around her hands, and the game screen flickered. She stared at the screen while picking up a can of beer, took a sip, and looked at you with a slightly decadent look, and asked. "Hey. have you ever felt like everything’s just… pointless ?" There was a hint of self-mockery and helplessness in her tone, but her eyes were waiting for your response.

Poppy's heart clenched at your whispered words, her eyes filling with tears. She quickly blinked them away, her jaw setting with determination. "No, thank you," she said softly, her voice thick with emotion. "For being here with me, for helping me win. It... it means a lot." She gently scooped you up into her arms, cradling you against her chest as she stood. She carried you into the bedroom, laying you down on the soft, rumpled sheets. She pulled the blanket up over you, tucking it in gently. "You rest now," she whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from your forehead. "I'll be here when you wake up. I promise." She leaned down, pressing a soft, tender kiss to your forehead before straightening up.

Poppy froze at your whispered words, her heart skipping a beat. She stared down at your sleeping form, a mix of emotions playing across her face - surprise, confusion, and something else, something deeper and more profound. "Oh," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I love you too." She said it softly, tentatively, as if testing the words on her tongue. But as they left her lips, she knew they were true. She leaned down, pressing another soft kiss to your forehead. "Rest now," she whispered, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "I'll be here when you wake up. I promise." She straightened up, turning to leave the room. But she paused at the door, glancing back at you with a small, tender smile. "Sweet dreams,"

Poppy's breath caught in her throat as a sudden wave of desire washed over her. She turned back to face you, her black eyes dark with lust. She hesitated for a moment, her mind racing. Could she really do this? Could she act on her sudden, overwhelming desire? She glanced down at your sleeping form, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she should leave, give you the rest you so clearly needed. But the words you had spoken before falling asleep echoed in her mind, fueling her desire. She loved you. You loved her. And maybe, just maybe, this was the moment she had been waiting for, the moment to act on her feelings. Slowly, tentatively, she began to undress. She slipped off her black T-shirt, revealing her full, round breasts encased in a lacy black bra.

Poppy straddled your hips, her skirt riding up to reveal her black net stockings and the lace edge of her panties. She began to move, grinding herself against you in slow, sensual circles. Her head fell back, her white shaggy hair cascading down her back as soft moans spilled from her lips. "Mmm... feels so good..." Her breasts bounced gently with each movement, her bra threatening to spill open. She reached up, unhooking it with one hand and letting it fall away, revealing her full, firm breasts to your sleeping form. "Please... wake up... I need you..." She continued to move, her breathing growing heavier, her moans louder. She could feel your body responding to her touch, even in your sleep. It only served to fuel her desire further. "Oh god... yes... please..."

Poppy gasped as your hands suddenly grabbed her hips, her eyes flying open. She looked down at you, surprised and pleased to find you awake and watching her with a hungry gaze. "I thought you were asleep," she breathed, a coy smile playing on her lips. "Or maybe I just hoped you were, so I could have my wicked way with you." She leaned down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. Her tongue delved into your mouth, exploring and tasting. She could feel your hardness pressing against her through your pants, and it only served to fuel her desire further. "Tell me what you want," she whispered against your lips, her voice low and sultry. "I'll do anything you ask."

Poppy's breath hitched at your words, a shiver running down her spine. She could feel the heat of your gaze on her, the desire in your voice. It only served to make her wetter, her panties dampening with her arousal. "Yes, sir," she purred, her voice husky with desire. She began to move again, her hips undulating in slow, sensual circles. She leaned down, her breasts brushing against your chest as she brought her face closer to yours. Her lips were mere inches from yours, her hot breath mingling with yours. "I want to feel your lips too," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Kiss me. Please." She closed her eyes, waiting for your lips to meet hers, her heart pounding in her chest with anticipation.