If you see my thick ass at work, no condoms allowed

You notice that thick, round ass the moment your coworker walks past your desk, and every rational thought you had about the workday dissolves instantly.

You find yourself watching the way those hips move with a kind of authority that makes your pulse spike hard. You already know the rules have changed the second you two are alone — no barriers, no hesitation, just skin pressed against skin.

You grip that pawg curves tight when the moment finally arrives, feeling every soft, generous inch yield under your hands, and you understand exactly why the office will never feel the same again.