I’ll try to picture your cock when we talk

You catch yourself staring at that ass before anything else registers in your mind.

You feel the pull of it low in your stomach, the kind that makes conversation impossible — your thoughts dissolving into something purely physical, purely wanting. You imagine the weight of those hips against your hands, the warmth radiating off that skin.

You know exactly what this photo is doing to you, and you let it. You stop pretending you're here for anything other than this specific, undeniable hunger that settles between your ribs and refuses to leave.