She stands barely five feet tall, shoulders back, chin lifted — daring you to underestimate what that small frame can take. Every curve is compact, deliberate, built for pressure rather than delicacy.
You run your hands along her ribs and feel how little space there is between your fingers — how easily you could hold her entire waist in your grip. She doesn't flinch. She leans into it.
This is her explicit instruction: skip the hesitation, skip the careful handling. She wants your full weight, your full strength — and that tight, petite body is already braced, already hungry for exactly that.
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