Bite me
You can't stop staring at those big tits, full and heavy, daring you to reach out and grab them.
You feel the pull of something reckless building in your chest, a hunger that moves lower the longer you look. You notice the way the light catches bare skin, soft in some places, tense in others, every curve arranged like a provocation aimed directly at you.
You already know what you want. You want your mouth there, teeth grazing, pressure building until someone makes a sound neither of you planned on. You want to take the invitation seriously.
