I made this soft pussy wet for you

She's already thinking about you — that much is obvious. The fabric clings just enough to hint at warmth underneath, soft skin flushed and sensitive before a single touch lands.

Your eyes trace the curve where thigh meets hip, and something tightens in your chest. She positioned herself exactly like this on purpose, knowing precisely where your attention would fall and how long it would stay.

The wetness isn't a surprise — it's an invitation. She prepared this moment carefully, and now it belongs to you, spread open and glistening, waiting for whatever you decide to do next.