femme lifting up her shirt to present her tits to you. back arched, chest pushed forward, eyes wide and pleading. pressing soft warm flesh up against you in the hopes of enticing you to grab a handful. impatient, needy femme bouncing slightly to draw your gaze down, desperate for you to squeeze with rough fingers or suck a nipple into your mouth. whining and begging and pleading for your touch and attention, for you to take her apart with your mouth and hands. her cunt’s already slick with longing from all the begging, all her shyness long-since forgotten. just touch her. please touch her. just think of all the little sounds she’ll make for you when you finally begin to tease her in earnest.











