My slutty pussy is waiting for you

She's positioned at the edge of the bed, knees pressed into the sheets, hips tilted back at an angle that makes your throat tighten. The lighting catches every curve, every detail you weren't expecting to want this badly.

Your eyes trace downward slowly — you can't help it. Something about the way she's waiting, completely still, completely deliberate, makes your pulse shift into something heavier.

This was staged for exactly the reaction you're having right now. She knew you'd stop scrolling. She knew you'd lean closer to the screen. And now you're here, exactly where she wanted you.