i love bending over for this siteors

You can't take your eyes off that ass, the kind that makes you forget what you were thinking mid-breath.

You feel something tighten in your chest — and lower — as you take in the curve, the weight of it, the way it demands your full attention without asking.

You already know exactly what you'd do if given the chance, your hands tracing that shape, your body closing the distance until there's nothing left between wanting and having.