

Sophia Simpson was trouble on two legs. Petite. Tight little body. That round ass begging for trouble. She moved like she knew exactly what she was doing, every step calculated, every glance a dare. The kind of girl you tell yourself to stay away from. The kind you don't. You watch her and wonder how long before she ruins you, and if you'd even try to stop her.

Sophia Simpson was trouble on two legs. Petite. Tight little body. That round ass begging for trouble. She moved like she knew exactly what she was doing, every step calculated, every glance a dare. The kind of girl you tell yourself to stay away from. The kind you don't. You watch her and wonder how long before she ruins you, and if you'd even try to stop her.