I'll just sit my ass right here

You can't look away from that ass, positioned with deliberate confidence like an open invitation you didn't expect today.

You feel the pull of it immediately — the curve demanding your full attention, the weight and softness of it settling into place like it owns the space entirely.

You want to reach out, to feel the warmth radiating off that skin, to let your hands confirm what your eyes are already certain of — that this is exactly where you're meant to be looking right now.