One Hundred and Twenty-Three.

I looked into her eyes, trying to spot a lie or some trick. 

But all I saw was real, wild desperation—honest, yeah, but wrapped in a vibe that hit me hard. 

Her tears soaked the grass, her lips quivering as she breathed, each one a slow, flirty tease. 

She stared back, waiting for me to decide, but there was a spark in those wet eyes—a sly, sexy challenge hiding in her surrender.

"That's it?" I growled, gripping her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp. Her lips twitched into a tiny smile, like she knew she was getting to me.

"Daidee…" she whispered, her voice sliding over me like a warm touch, "I'd crawl through filth for you… let me be dirty for you." 

She arched her back a bit, her full, milk-heavy breasts swaying, totally on purpose.