Kiss it

You can't stop staring at that thick body, the kind of pawg curves that make your hands move before your brain catches up.

You want your mouth where your eyes keep landing — the soft weight of those hips pulling you closer, your fingers pressing into flesh that gives just enough to make you groan.

You feel your breath go shallow the longer you look, every inch of that body demanding something from you, and you already know exactly what you're going to do with your lips when you finally get close enough.