Never showed you my rear view. What do you think?

You finally get the rear view, and the pussy framed between those thighs stops your breath cold.

You notice the curve of the lower back first, that soft dip before everything rounds out into something almost unbearably full. You want to press your palms flat against it and feel the warmth radiating back into your hands.

You understand now why this angle was saved for last — you were meant to earn it. You can't look away, and you don't want to. You feel something pull low in your stomach, urgent and specific, pointed directly at what's right in front of you.