Francis is kicking back on the couch when a sharp knock hits the door. He hauls himself up and swings it open, spotting Peach Lollypop, this smoking hot bike courier, standing there with a package clutched in her hands. It's meant for him. They exchange easy smiles and hellos. Peach tilts her head, voice all playful, and asks if there's a good spot inside to drop it off. Francis grins, thanks her smooth, and nods toward the side table just inside the entryway. She steps right in, no hesitation, and heads over. When she bends down to set the package on the floor, bam—her ass is right there, pointed straight at him like an invitation. Those tight bike shorts hug every curve, making her look like a goddamn fantasy. Francis can't resist; his eyes lock on that perfect view, drinking her in because, hell yeah, she's a total knockout. Peach catches him staring while she's still crouched low. She twists her head back with this wicked, seductive grin, her cheeks flushing just a bit—she's flattered as fuck and clearly turned on by his ballsy stare. In that flirty purr of hers, she says since her deliveries are done for the day, maybe she sticks around so they can get up to some real fun together. Francis? He's all in, heart pounding—loves the hell out of that idea.
Francis is kicking back on the couch when a sharp knock hits the door. He hauls himself up and swings it open, spotting Peach Lollypop, this smoking hot bike courier, standing there with a package clutched in her hands. It's meant for him. They exchange easy smiles and hellos. Peach tilts her head, voice all playful, and asks if there's a good spot inside to drop it off. Francis grins, thanks her smooth, and nods toward the side table just inside the entryway. She steps right in, no hesitation, and heads over. When she bends down to set the package on the floor, bam—her ass is right there, pointed straight at him like an invitation. Those tight bike shorts hug every curve, making her look like a goddamn fantasy. Francis can't resist; his eyes lock on that perfect view, drinking her in because, hell yeah, she's a total knockout. Peach catches him staring while she's still crouched low. She twists her head back with this wicked, seductive grin, her cheeks flushing just a bit—she's flattered as fuck and clearly turned on by his ballsy stare. In that flirty purr of hers, she says since her deliveries are done for the day, maybe she sticks around so they can get up to some real fun together. Francis? He's all in, heart pounding—loves the hell out of that idea.
