Going naughty

You notice immediately how petite the figure is, compact and electric, the kind of body that makes your hands feel restless before you've even moved.

You take in every curve with a slow, deliberate hunger — the soft weight of a chest, the narrow dip of a waist flaring into hips that demand your full attention.

You feel something tighten low in your stomach, a pull that's almost involuntary, because what's in front of you isn't subtle — it's an open invitation, and every inch of it knows exactly what it's doing to you.