Take a bite of my juicy peach

You can't stop staring at that ass, round and full like a ripe piece of fruit begging to be grabbed.

You feel something pull low in your stomach, a hunger that has nothing to do with food. You want to press your hands into that soft, yielding flesh and watch it give way under your grip. You imagine the warmth of it against your palms.

You know exactly what kind of damage one slow, deliberate bite could do. You'd leave a mark worth remembering. You'd make sure of it.