Booty progress

You can't stop staring at the way those yoga pants grip every curve like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination and everything to desire.

You feel the pull low in your gut, that specific hunger that hits when something is exactly right — the stretch of fabric, the round weight of what it holds, the way movement makes it shift and bounce just slightly.

You know progress when you see it, and what you're looking at right now is the kind that makes your hands restless and your mouth go dry.