I really, really want to have sex with Amelia Watson. But that in and of itself isn't very unique; there are many sexually desirable Hololive chuubas. What makes Ame different is that I want to make love with her. After a full day of activities both at home and out of the town, I want to lead her to our bedroom upstairs and playfully push her on to the bed while unzipping her skirt from the front (what a cheeky little tart!) and unhooking her bra, unleashing her famed "big floaties" which I'll grab while making out with her. Normally we'd do a bit of foreplay, but tonight is different; I need to fuck. While she's still taking her sopping panties off, my repressed animal instict, triggered by one inhalation of her feminine scents, takes hold, and I plunge into her sopping, aching pussy, combining animalistic thrusts and grunts with passionate kissing. After what simultaneously feels instantaneous and endless, with one final thrust I fill my airheaded detective girlfriend up with my seed, only to continue our crazed mating ritual until she cums again and again until she rolls over to the side, taking the little spoon while grinding her round, firm, and slightly tanned buttocks against my dribbling cock. A few hours later, I wake up and notice that she's gone. My worries dissipate immediately as she comes back to the bed with a small bowl of grape tomatoes, only to return as she bites into one and sprays the juices over the bedsheets. My disappointed groan soon becomes a giggle, and then a hearty laugh. I love this woman.