I can be ur lil fucktoy

You found something petite and irresistible staring back at you, the kind of body that makes your hands feel suddenly restless.

You notice how every curve fits like it was designed specifically to undo your self-control, compact and soft in exactly the right places, close enough that you can almost feel the warmth radiating off that skin.

You already know what you want to do, and the look in those eyes tells you the feeling is entirely mutual — yours to hold, yours to use, yours to keep coming back to whenever the need gets too loud to ignore.