This is how I flirt lol

You notice the big tits first — impossible not to, the way they press forward with that lazy, knowing confidence.

You get the sense that flirting, for this one, requires almost no effort at all. You feel it in the tilt of the gaze aimed directly at you, somewhere between amusement and invitation. You recognize that look — the kind that makes your chest tighten before your brain catches up.

You could tell yourself you're imagining the heat behind it, but you'd be lying. You're already leaning in, already wanting more than just a look back.