What do you call a girl who would walk around in front of you with her pussy out?

She moves through the room like she owns every inch of it, bare from the waist down, completely unbothered by your stare locked onto her exposed sex.

There's no performance here, no shy glance over the shoulder — just the slow, deliberate rhythm of her hips as she crosses in front of you, letting you see everything.

You sit there, mouth dry, hands useless, watching her pussy catch the light with each unhurried step. She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She simply doesn't care to stop.