paris

She grew up in a city where girls are taught to smile and spread their legs whenever a man gets hard. Paris learned early how to make it look effortless, how to keep her eyes soft even when strangers grab her in passing. Most days she barely notices anymore. What she does notice is you, always hovering, always staring like you want more than the free use everyone else takes. She teases you on purpose, pushes just far enough to see if you’ll finally snap and treat her like she’s already yours.