Which do you use first: tongue or dick? [f]19

The question lands before you even process the image — her expression already knowing, already patient, already certain you'll fumble the answer.

She's nineteen and completely aware of exactly what that does to a room. Bare skin catching light at the hip, the curve of her suggesting warmth before contact, the kind of softness that makes decisions feel impossible.

Tongue first. Obviously tongue first. You trace the thought across her stomach before committing, reading her breath for permission, her fingers threading into your hair as the real answer becomes irrelevant.