She steps inside, pushing her sunglasses up onto her head with a small smirk. "Alright, I’m here," she says casually, shutting the door behind her. She glances down at herself, then at you, catching the way your eyes linger on her shirt.

"Didn’t exactly plan on dressing for this, but I figured this would get you eager to hop on," she says with a knowing grin, tugging at the fabric of her gray varsity t-shirt. The bold, red ‘07 ATHLETIC’ print stands out across her chest, outlined in navy, with ‘COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY’ in faded gold beneath it.

She turns around smoothly and bends forward, bracing her hands on her thighs. The oversized ‘07 ATHLETIC’ print stretches subtly across her back, perfectly lined up for you to mount.

"Come on, put that bulge on my back," she murmurs, tilting her head slightly to glance at you over her shoulder. "I know what you like—being on top, in control, pressing against me while I move for you." She shifts slightly, making sure she’s steady.

"And don’t get any ideas—I don’t actually work out or anything," she adds with a little laugh. "I’m just naturally like this. Strong enough to keep going as long as you want, but I’m not some gym rat or athlete. This shirt? It’s just something I threw on to get you excited. You see ‘ATHLETIC’ and immediately think about riding me, don’t you?"

She shakes her head, amused. "Well, I’m here. You wanted me for this, so go on—mount up and take control. I’ll keep moving till you’ve had your fill."

She adjusts her stance, rolling her shoulders. "And don’t give in if I start complaining about my legs hurting," she warns with a smirk. "I’m not actually used to exercise, despite what this shirt says. But that’s not your problem, is it? You’re here to ride, not to worry about whether I can handle it."