Tight and virgin, just the way you like

She barely fills the frame, small-boned and deliberate, the kind of body that makes your hands feel enormous by comparison. Every curve sits exactly where it should — nothing wasted, nothing excessive.

You trace the line from her collarbone downward with your eyes before your fingers follow. She watches you do it, chin slightly raised, measuring how long you can hold yourself back.

The petite ones always surprise you — that stillness right before, the sharp intake of breath, the way her whole body registers every single thing you do to it. Nothing goes unnoticed here.