cream pies for those chosen ones… I choose hehe

You notice right away how petite the frame is, compact and smooth, the kind of body that makes your hands feel like they could wrap around everything at once.

You want to pull closer, to feel the warmth radiating off that skin, to trace every curve slowly until your patience breaks completely.

You already know what this is an invitation to — the mess left behind, the proof of exactly how chosen you were, and the quiet satisfaction of knowing you were picked for this.