She plants her palms flat against the mattress, spine curved just enough to tilt everything upward — a deliberate angle that makes the invitation unmistakable.

Her hips sit wide and steady, skin pulled taut across each cheek, the kind of shape that fills your hands completely when you grip and pull her back toward you.

You position yourself behind her and feel the fit immediately — like her body was engineered for exactly this moment, this depth, this specific pressure that draws a sharp breath from you both.