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I can’t stop thinking about him, the way his eyes linger a little too long when I open the door. Even the tiniest delivery makes my pulse race and heat coil low in my body. The other day, as I leaned over to grab my order, I felt his boner through his pants and knew my Great Big Tits were tempting him just enough, teasing without giving anything away, but it’s his attention I crave more than the food in my hands. I bite my lip, imagining how much longer I can make him linger, imagining his thoughts racing as I playfully stretch and sway, leaving him wondering exactly what I might do next.

Every knock on the door sends shivers down my spine. I let my smile linger, just a little too long, letting my fingers brush the bag as I “fumble,” all on purpose. I see the way his eyes trace my every move, caught somewhere between curiosity and hunger, and I can’t help but enjoy the thrill of it. The game is delicious… every glance, every pause, every teasing tilt of my head is designed to pull him closer, make him ache to see me again.

I leave little notes tucked into the bag sometimes, filled with hints and lustful promises that are more trouble than they’re worth. I imagine him reading them, smiling, biting his lip, wondering if I’m teasing him on purpose because I absolutely am. Every reaction makes me bolder, letting my imagination run wild with ways to keep him wanting more of my fat pussy without ever revealing everything.

Sometimes I watch him leave, pretending to check my phone while thinking about him, imagining the sparks my presence leaves behind. I plot every wink, every playful gesture, every little hint of mischief that will have him guessing, craving, jacking and completely caught in the tension I’ve built. He doesn’t even know the game I’m playing… that every move is meant to make him linger in thought, yearning for just a little more.

I love the power of anticipation, the delicious tension that builds when I tease without giving him what he wants. I can feel his curiosity grow with each playful smile, each lingering glance, each teasing pause, and I revel in knowing he’s thinking about me long after I’ve gone. Until our next encounter, I’ll keep dropping sparks, flirting, teasing, and leaving him wanting more, completely hooked on my attention, my charm, my presence… and knowing he’ll be back, craving the game I play so well.

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