She already knows what she's doing to you — standing there, small-framed and unfiltered, letting those full, unrestrained breasts move exactly the way nature intended. No padding, no push-up, nothing between you and the real thing.

Your eyes trace the soft weight of them, the way they settle and shift, heavy against her slender frame. Petite everywhere else, but here — generous, warm, undeniably real. Your body is already answering the question she asked.

She's watching for exactly that reaction. You owe her now, and you both know it. Time to make good on the debt she's calling in.