Will suck and fuck

Copper hair spills across her shoulders as she fixes the camera with a gaze that makes your throat tighten — direct, unhurried, certain of exactly what she wants from you.

Her mouth curves into something that isn't quite a smile, lips parted just enough to suggest the specific uses she has in mind for them tonight.

She's already decided how this goes. Your only job is to show up, keep your hands where she puts them, and let that wild red hair wrap around your fist while she makes good on every word of that title.