Flexible Fridays

You can't stop staring at those big tits, barely contained as the body before you folds into a position that defies reason.

You feel your breath catch at the curve of a spine arched to its limit, legs splitting wide in a display of control that pulls at something deep in your gut. You trace the lines with your eyes, following every stretched muscle and soft flesh pressed taut against itself.

You know Friday just became your favorite day. You want to reach out, to feel what your eyes are greedily consuming, every inch begging to be touched.