Would you like me to bend more?
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She tilts her hips forward, spine curving into a slow, deliberate arc, eyes holding yours with a question that already knows its answer. The angle shifts everything — the line of her waist, the tension in her thighs, the way fabric pulls tight against skin that catches light like warm porcelain. You watch her adjust, inch by inch, reading your silence as permission. Her body speaks a precise language here, and every degree she lowers herself is a word spoken directly to the part of you that
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