If it had only been two hours since we met and I asked you to fuck my pussy, what would be the first thing you'd say?

You notice her petite frame the moment your eyes land on the photo, and the question hits you somewhere low and immediate.

You feel the pull of it — two hours, barely enough time to learn a name, and already you're calculating the distance between where you're sitting and where you want to be.

You'd say yes before the sentence even finished leaving those lips, and you already know it, your hands restless, your attention completely narrowed to the soft curve of exactly what's being offered to you.