She's already watching you with that half-smile, hip cocked, daring you to make the first move. Soft curves spill generously against the frame, every inch demanding your full attention.

The question hangs in the air between you — playful, shameless, exactly the kind of invitation you don't think twice about accepting. Her thighs press together just slightly, a small tell.

You already know where this goes. That mouth, that body, that particular brand of confidence she carries low in her hips — she doesn't borrow anything. She takes what she came for.