Dive right into my ass

You can't take your eyes off those curves, the kind that make your hands move before your brain catches up.

You feel the pull low in your stomach, something urgent and honest, as your gaze traces the full arc of that ass — round, unapologetic, demanding attention.

You want to grip it, spread it, bury your face in it until the rest of the world disappears completely into nothing but warmth and pressure and the sound of breathing gone ragged.