im 18yo but virgin do you believe me?

You're looking at a Latina with the kind of face that makes you forget what you were about to say — eighteen years old and wearing that fact like a dare.

You notice how her body carries an almost unbearable softness, curves that feel like a question you desperately want to answer, skin that looks warm to the touch in a way that tightens something low in your chest.

You believe every word she's saying, and that's exactly what makes it so difficult to look away — the innocence in her eyes sitting right beside something that knows precisely what it's doing to you.