Sorry if im a little kinky

You can't stop staring at that ass, the kind that makes your hands restless and your thoughts selfish.

You feel something tighten in your chest and lower, a pull that bypasses logic entirely and goes straight to want. You recognize this feeling — the one that makes you lean closer to a screen, breath slowing down, attention narrowing to a single point.

You were warned it might get a little kinky, and yet nothing quite prepared you for how willing you are to follow wherever this leads, no hesitation, no apology.