You noticed it too, didn’t you? At first, it was just little things—how I felt when I settled into your lap, how your hands lingered a little longer on my hips. But I felt it every time I got on top. Each week, I was a little heavier, a little softer, and you felt all of it. My thighs wrapped around you thicker, my belly pressed a little more against your chest, and when I rocked my hips, it took just a bit more effort—more weight to move, more of me for you to hold. I could see the way your eyes darkened every time I sank down, how your hands gripped tighter like you couldn’t get enough. And now? Now I feel it in every movement—the extra bounce, the fullness, how deep I sink into you. I know you love it. I can feel it every time I ride you.