Once our first date ends, my pussy is yours for an hour. What's your first move?

You're sitting across from someone petite, and the way that word doesn't do justice to the precision of every curve holding your attention right now.

You notice the way your pulse shifts when eye contact lingers a second too long, the unspoken negotiation already happening before the check arrives.

You already know your first move — slow, deliberate, starting at the jaw and working downward, making every inch of that compact body understand exactly how much attention you intend to pay it.