Imagine my ass on your face

You can't stop staring at that ass, full and round and positioned like an open invitation you didn't know you needed today.

You feel the pull of it low in your stomach, something primal and immediate that bypasses every rational thought you have.

You imagine the weight of it pressing down, the warmth, the closeness, until your hands are reaching toward the screen before you catch yourself — and then you stop caring that you did.