use till your balls are drained

You can't stop staring at that ass, round and bare and tilted up like an open invitation you didn't earn but won't refuse.

You feel the pull low in your gut, the kind that bypasses thought entirely and goes straight to want. You know exactly what you'd do with hands, mouth, hips — the full sequence plays out before you've even moved.

You stay until there's nothing left to give, until your body has surrendered every last thing it had. You leave emptied out, used up, and somehow already thinking about next time.