You prefer fcking w lingerie on/off ?

You notice her petite frame first — the way the lingerie clings to every curve like it was stitched directly onto skin.

You feel the question before you even think it: leave it on, or pull it away? You trace the thin fabric with your eyes, watching it strain against what it barely contains, and the tension of that choice alone makes your breath catch.

You already know the answer lives somewhere between both — one strap slipped off a shoulder, nothing fully removed, everything half-exposed and burning with intention while you decide what you want next.