Have a bite!

Sandy meets you at her door wearing almost nothing, nipples pushing against thin fabric. She takes you straight to the kitchen, but there is no food. Only her. She leans back against the counter, pinches her nipples until they stiffen, then slides a hand down between her legs. The shaved skin is already slick. She spreads herself open, rubs slow circles, and watches your face. Her breath hitches, her hips rock. You forget lunch completely, hungry only for the wet heat she is offering.