Anal on the first date is a mus

She barely learned your name before deciding exactly how this night would end. You watch her arch forward, fingers gripping the headboard, breath catching in short, sharp pulls as she takes exactly what she came for.

The angle is deliberate — she chose it, positioned herself, looked back over her shoulder with an expression that made your hesitation feel embarrassing. First date rules dissolved somewhere between the second drink and her hand on your knee.

Now she rocks back slowly, owning every inch, her spine curving in a long, satisfied line. She already knows she's coming back tomorrow.