Fuck my ass on the first date?

You swipe right, exchange three texts, and now you're standing at her door wondering if tonight will actually go where she hinted.

She answers wearing almost nothing, turns around slowly, and the question she asked earlier wasn't hypothetical — it was an invitation with a deadline attached to it.

First dates usually end with awkward goodbyes. This one ends with your hands gripping her hips, her arching back telling you everything her mouth already said out loud.