Ski resort neighbor with juicy ass

You notice the ass first — round, full, straining against thin fabric like it was designed specifically to wreck your concentration.

You're supposed to be watching the slopes, but your eyes keep drifting back to the curve of those hips, the way each small shift in weight sends a ripple through flesh that looks impossibly soft beneath your hands.

You imagine pulling that body close in the cold mountain air, the contrast of icy breath against warm skin, your fingers tracing the heavy swell of what's been teasing you since the moment you became neighbors on this mountain.