Your view while I'm on top, you like?

She straddles you with quiet authority, dark hair spilling forward as her eyes hold yours — a question that already knows its answer.

From this angle, everything belongs to you: the curve of her waist catching the light, the slow roll of her hips that sets the pace entirely on her terms.

Her gaze dips down to meet yours, lips parting just slightly — not performing, just present, watching you watch her like that's exactly the power she came here to collect.