I can be ur lil fucktoy

You're looking at something petite and dangerously willing, the kind of body that fits perfectly in your hands.

You notice the way every curve seems scaled down just enough to make you want to hold tighter, press closer, take more than you planned to.

You feel the pull of it — the smallness, the openness, the way your eyes keep tracing back to the same soft places, unable to stop.