Damn that ass PHAT
You can't take your eyes off that ass, thick and round and demanding every bit of your attention.
You feel your breath catch as your gaze traces the full curve of each cheek, soft yet firm, the kind that fills your hands completely and leaves you wanting more pressure, more grip, more contact.
You already know exactly where your mouth wants to go next, drawn forward by pure instinct, by the weight and warmth radiating from that perfect backside that makes every rational thought dissolve into one simple, urgent need.
