You drive into them from behind, slow and deliberate at first—watching how their body quivers in response. When you hit just the right spot, their back arches like a bow drawn tight, the motion so natural it’s almost a plea. Their head tilts back, lips parted, and eyes fluttering with that dazed, breathless look you crave. Every thrust deepens the reaction—the way they gasp, the way their expression melts into bliss—it’s all the invitation you need to keep going.
