This ass is begging to be eaten.......

You can't pull your eyes away from those yoga pants, stretched so perfectly over an ass that seems designed to break your focus entirely.

You feel your mouth go dry just looking at the curve of it, the fabric clinging to every soft, round inch like a second skin begging to be peeled away.

You already know exactly what you want to do — you want to grip those hips, press your face in deep, and not come up for air until every part of you has had its fill.