What if I was your fucktoy?

You're looking at an Asian beauty who wants to know exactly what you'd do if you owned her completely.

You can feel the question pulling at you, direct and shameless, daring you to answer with your hands instead of words. You notice the way her body is arranged like an offering — nothing accidental, nothing modest, every curve positioned to dismantle your self-control.

You already know the answer she wants. You'd keep her close, keep her wanting, and make absolutely certain she never had to ask that question twice.