Backing my way into 2025.

You can't take your eyes off that ass, the kind that makes you forget what year it is.

You feel something shift in your chest — and lower — as your gaze traces every curve, every subtle flex of muscle beneath smooth skin. You want to reach out, to feel the warmth radiating from that body pressed just close enough to make your pulse spike.

You already know this image is going to stay with you, replaying at inconvenient moments, making you come back to this page again and again just to feel that pull one more time.