Eat my ass after the gym?

You spot those YogaPants clinging to every curve, still warm from the workout, the fabric pulled tight across a round, perfect ass that demands your full attention.

You can almost smell the heat radiating off that skin — something raw and physical that makes your mouth water before you've even moved closer.

You know exactly what's being offered here, and you find yourself already dropping to your knees, hands gripping soft flesh, face buried where the invitation is unmistakable and absolutely irresistible.