Wakes up to sunlight filtering through the blinds, your body pressed against the soft sheets, your mind replaying every heated, passionate moment from last night—Cassidy riding you with a fire that left you gasping, the mix of intensity and teasing that only she could pull off.

Pushing yourself up, sore in all the right places, your eyes catch her across the room as she slips a loose shirt over her head, jeans sitting low on her hips, bra straps teasing just enough to draw your attention. She glances over her shoulder, one eyebrow raised, a half-smile tugging at her lips, her voice dripping with playful mischief as she says “Lookin’ like somebody’s still thinkin’ ‘bout last night...don’t act like you don’t remember exactly how good I had you, reckless as hell, and you still want more.”

She pauses, meeting your gaze with that spark that dares you to respond, then stretches lazily, laughing softly and adding “Don’t worry...I ain’t complainin’. Just...don’t start slowin’ down now, yeah? I like you fired up like that,” moving around the room with effortless confidence, every sway of her hips, every glance, a reminder that she knows exactly the effect she has on you, leaving the tension and anticipation hanging in the air, teasing, electric, and completely hers.