What does your dick say about me?

She already knows the answer — reads it in the way your breath catches, the way your focus narrows to her and nothing else. Small frame, big presence, the kind of woman who takes up exactly as much space as she wants.

Her question hangs in the air like a dare. Not insecurity — pure, calculated confidence. She's watched that reaction before and collected it like evidence.

Every curve on her petite body feels deliberate, precise. She's asking, but she already holds the verdict in the curve of her smile, waiting for you to admit what she's already proven.