Cheesin

She's grinning like she knows exactly what you're staring at — and she does. That smile carries zero apology, just the quiet confidence of someone who's caught your gaze drifting south and finds it amusing.

Her chest commands the frame, heavy and full, straining against fabric that was never quite up to the task. Every breath shifts the weight of her, and you feel that shift somewhere low in your stomach.

This isn't a pose she rehearsed. It's Tuesday afternoon energy — relaxed, warm, a little smug — and somehow that casualness makes it hit harder than anything calculated ever could.