My ass could feed a whole neighborhood of horny men

You can't take your eyes off those curves, the kind that rewrite your priorities the second they enter your field of vision.

You feel something shift low in your body, a pull that bypasses thought entirely and goes straight to want. You trace the shape of it with your gaze like your hands already know what they're missing. You understand immediately why this image stopped you cold.

You'd clear your entire schedule. You'd forget your own name. You'd spend an embarrassing amount of time just staring, grateful and greedy, wanting nothing else.