She's already shifting her hips before you've even closed the distance, brown skin flushed warm, thighs parting with that particular impatience that makes your pulse spike hard.

The challenge isn't a performance — it's genuine, her body tight and resistant in ways that make every slow inch forward feel earned, her breath catching sharp against your neck each time you press deeper than she expected.

She keeps whispering *sigue, sigue* even as her fingers dig crescents into your back, her body simultaneously pulling you in and struggling beautifully to accommodate everything you're giving her.