Are you a top or a bottom? ?

The question hangs in the air while she leans back, letting that question answer itself through posture alone — chest forward, gaze steady, completely unbothered by your opinion either way.

Her curves demand attention without asking for it. Full, heavy, real — the kind that shift when she moves and remind you exactly where your eyes keep landing no matter how hard you pretend otherwise.

You think you know what you want until she shifts position and suddenly every preference you thought you had feels negotiable. Top, bottom — right now you'd settle for anywhere in the same room.