My lush ass for you boys

You can't take your eyes off that lush ass, round and full and angled toward you like an offering you didn't know you needed.

You feel something tighten low in your gut, the kind of want that skips past polite and goes straight to hungry. You trace the curve with your gaze, every soft inch demanding your attention, your hands, your mouth.

You already know exactly what you'd do if given the chance. You'd start slow, then forget slow entirely. You'd leave this page having thought about nothing else for the rest of the day.