You're tucked away in a cozy corner of your favorite college coffee shop, trying to focus on your laptop screen. Your eyes drift upwards, and there she is, sitting across from you, her gaze locked onto yours. It's as if she's been waiting for you to notice her.
Her white crop top is stretched taut across her chest, the fabric so thin that it's almost see-through. The word "Tempted" is emblazoned across her chest in bold letters, and you can't help but feel that the message is directed at you.
Her eyes are teal, fringed with dark lashes flecked with pink, and filled with an intensity that makes your heart race. She's biting her lip, hard enough to leave a mark, and there's a sheen of moisture on her skin. Sweat or tears, you can't tell. Her cheeks are flushed, and her fingers are dancing nervously across the papers in front of her as if she can't keep still.
She shifts in her seat, and your eyes are drawn to the deep valley of cleavage that's spilling out of her top. She winces, biting her lip even harder. Her body is flushed with heat, and there's a restless energy radiating off of her.
You can't help but feel a primal response to her display. This girl is ready, and the question is, do you approach?
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Always happy to get another pic of Priscylla together.
-Ecchi