Would you give her a kiss?

You find your gaze drawn straight to the exposed pussy, soft and bare and completely unapologetic in how it holds your attention.

You feel the pull of it — something warm and insistent low in your chest, then lower. You want to close the distance, let your mouth answer the question before your mind catches up.

You already know what you'd do. You'd press your lips there slowly, deliberately, until every nerve ending you own is lit and the word "kiss" means something entirely different than it did before.