Enter my room at night and this is what you see...what will you do?

You step through the door and freeze — big tits catching the low lamplight, bare and unapologetic, demanding your full attention before you've even closed the door behind you.

You feel the temperature of the room shift, something animal waking up behind your sternum. You take in the curve of a waist, the lazy confidence of a body that knows exactly what it's doing to you.

You have a choice to make, but your feet are already moving. You cross the floor slowly, pulse loud in your ears, hands wanting what your eyes have already claimed.