What song would you fuck me to for the first time

The question hangs in the air like a dare, and you find yourself actually thinking about it — tempo, tension, the exact moment the bass drops.

She's positioned herself like she already knows your answer, one shoulder dropped, eyes holding yours through the screen with the patience of someone who has absolutely nowhere else to be.

You scroll your mental playlist and nothing fits quite right, because whatever you'd choose would need to build slowly, then not stop — something that matches the way she's looking at you right now.