If I was your friend, would u still let me ride you?

Your eyes land on this Asian beauty and the question hits different — friend or not, you already know your answer.

You feel the pull of that gaze, the kind that makes your hands forget what they were doing. You want to reach out and grip those hips, feel the weight of her settling over you, slow and deliberate.

You already know exactly how this ride ends. You can picture every shift of her body above you, every breath she draws as she takes control and makes you forget your own name.