I’ve been told they’re fantastic

You can't take your eyes off those curves, the kind that make your hands forget what they were doing and reach without thinking.

You feel something shift in your chest, then lower, as your gaze traces the slow arc from waist to hip like a road you'd drive all night just to stay on.

You already know what it would feel like to grip that softness, to press your mouth against warm skin and hear the quiet sound that follows — and that knowledge alone is enough to wreck you completely.