you should leave your handprints on my cute little butt to match the sunset

You're looking at a petite body that was made to be handled — small, soft, and curved exactly where it counts.

You can see the last light of the day painting warm gold and rose across bare skin, and the sight makes your hands restless in a way you can't reason with.

You already know where you want to leave your mark — that round, pale little ass waiting for the heat of your palm, the sting that blooms red and stays, proof that you were here, that you didn't hold back.