My cousin lets me watch her change

My cousin knows I’m hooked—she’ll strip right in front of me, slow, teasing, like she’s got a damn show to put on. Skinny, bare-assed, no shame, just that smirk like she knows I’m drooling. She’ll turn, bend over, give me the full view of that sweet little panocha, then laugh and say, ‘You like that, huh?’ I’m not gonna lie—I’m addicted. She don’t need no tinder, she’s got me right where she wants me.