She kneels at the edge of the frame, smooth thighs parted just enough to pull your focus downward, every soft curve demanding your full attention.

You trace the lines of her with your eyes first — the delicate skin, the warmth radiating from her center, her body an open question waiting for your mouth to answer it.

Your tongue already knows what it wants. She watches your face as you lower yourself toward her, and the small sound she makes before you even touch her tells you everything about how good this is going to taste.