Little slut

She barely takes up half the frame, small fingers curled around the bedsheet, knees tucked close. Every inch of her petite frame draws your eye inward — the narrow dip of her waist, the sharp jut of her collarbone.

You find yourself leaning forward without meaning to. There's something in the way she holds herself, neither shy nor performing — just present, aware of exactly what her compact body does to your attention.

Her size makes everything feel more deliberate. The curve of her hip against white linen. The way she fits so neatly into the space she occupies, like she was built specifically to wreck your focus.