Still fuckable at 5'1 & 88lbs?

You're looking at someone petite enough to fold into your arms completely, every curve and hollow of that 88-pound frame demanding your full attention.

You find your eyes tracing downward slowly, cataloguing what's offered — the narrow waist, the small but undeniable swell of hips, the kind of body you'd want pressed against you without any space left between.

You already know the answer to the question being asked, and you feel it somewhere low and insistent, the want settling in before you've even decided to let it.