She knows exactly what her body is capable of — that warm, lived-in curve of her hips tells the whole story before she says a word. There's a hunger behind her eyes that motherhood sharpened rather than dulled, a specific craving only one thing satisfies.
You watch her fingers trace her own skin with practiced confidence, no hesitation, no performance. She's done this before and that knowledge radiates off her like heat from summer pavement.
She's not asking politely. She's telling you what she needs, what her body is demanding — and the way she looks directly at you makes it clear you're already part of her plan.
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