I want to ride on you

You notice the ass first — full, round, and positioned like an open invitation you weren't prepared for.

You feel the pull of it immediately, that specific hunger that starts low and spreads through your chest before your brain catches up. You're looking at someone who knows exactly what posture does to a person, and you realize you've already leaned closer to the screen without meaning to.

You imagine the weight of that body settling onto yours, the pressure, the heat, the slow deliberate grind of someone who intends to take exactly what feels good.