How’s my ass look? (F)

You're looking at an Indian beauty who already knows the answer to her own question.

You take in the curve of her hips, the way her skin catches the light like warm copper, and your eyes trace every inch without apology. You feel the pull immediately — something low and urgent that makes it impossible to look away. You want your hands exactly where your eyes already are.

You already know how this ends. You'd tell her exactly how it looks, up close, with your full attention on nothing else. You'd make sure she never had to ask again.