I have an absolute dump truck of an ass

You can't take your eyes off those curves, the kind that make your hands move before your brain catches up.

You feel something tighten in your chest — and lower — as your gaze traces the full, heavy arc of that ass, each cheek a generous, shameless handful that demands to be gripped.

You already know exactly how it would feel pressed back against you, warm and insistent, the weight of it real and overwhelming in the best possible way.