Would you spend the whole night playing with me?

You can't take your eyes off those big tits, full and heavy, demanding every bit of your attention the moment the image loads.

You feel something tighten low in your stomach, the kind of want that doesn't ask permission. You trace the curve with your gaze like your hands already know the weight of what they're missing.

You already know the answer to the question — yes, the whole night, every hour of it. You'd find new ways to make the time disappear. You wouldn't need sleep, wouldn't want it.