My delicious playful ass loves attention

You're looking at a petite body that was built to make your hands forget everything they were doing.

You notice the curve of that ass first — round, tight, angled just slightly like an invitation you didn't expect but absolutely cannot decline. You feel the pull of it low in your chest, then lower. You want to touch before you've even decided to reach out.

You keep coming back to it, the way it sits, the way it moves, the way it makes you aware of your own breath. You already know this is the kind of body that stays with you.