She saw it immediately. Her eyes flicked down, locked onto the imprint stretching long and thick down my thigh. It wasn’t subtle. Her breath caught, lips parting slightly before she quickly looked away, but not before I caught the soft blush creeping across her cheeks.

She wasn’t just flirty—she was dangerous. A nympho in every sense, insatiable, shameless in the best way. She had been in the U.S. for the summer, fresh from Antigua, but it was clear she wasn’t here just to work. She had a thing for guys like me—big, thick, well-hung

We crossed paths again in one of the aisles. This time, she didn’t even try to hide it. Her gaze dipped lower, dragging slowly over the outline.

In that moment, I realized just how much I enjoyed this—having control, helping her push her limits, watching her embrace it all without a second thought. She was doing exactly what she wanted, and she was loving every second of it.

As we chatted on the drive, her laugh was infectious, her voice soft but teasing, and I could feel her stealing glances at me, as if she was sizing me up.