The way she arched her back right then honestly made my breath hitch. Calling it "amazing" almost felt like insulting it, because the moment had this strange mix of elegance and rawness—like she wasn't even trying yet still pulling off something so damn sensual. Her whole spine curved up with this almost animalistic grace, like a cat stretching itself after waking from a warm nap. It wasn't exaggerated or forced; it was natural, fluid, as if her body already knew exactly how to tempt, how to provoke, how to make someone like me lose all composure.
