Would you eat my pussy before you fuck me 🙈

She's stretched across the sheets with the particular confidence of someone who already knows the answer. Thighs parted just enough, chin tilted down, watching you from under heavy lashes like she's timing how long it takes you to move.

You feel the pull before you've decided anything. Her skin is warm where your hands land first — hips, then the soft inside of her knee — and she exhales slowly, adjusting her angle like she's been waiting exactly this long and no longer.

The question hangs in the air but it isn't really a question. You lower your head. She threads her fingers into your hair and holds.