we have 1 hour to fuck, which position would you do first?

The clock is already ticking, and she's not waiting for an answer. One hour, locked door, sheets still cold — your window to do exactly what you've been thinking about since the moment you saw her.

You pull her close and feel the decision make itself. Her breath shifts, her hips angle toward you, and suddenly the question answers itself in the way her body fits against yours.

Every minute spent choosing is a minute wasted. She arches her back, looks over her shoulder, and the hour starts now — whatever comes next, you're making it count.