old enough to ride

You can't take your eyes off that ass, full and round and barely contained, the kind that makes your hands feel empty.

You feel the pull low in your stomach, something urgent and honest, the way desire hits before your brain catches up.

You know exactly what you want — to grab, to squeeze, to press your face into that warmth and forget everything else exists outside this moment, this body, this heat radiating off skin that was made to be touched.