This ass deserves a lick

She's arched over the edge of the bed, back curved low, presenting everything to you without apology. The light catches the round swell of her, smooth skin pulled taut, each cheek a perfect weight your hands already ache to grip.

You lean closer. The warmth radiating off her hits your face before you even make contact. Your tongue traces the crease slowly, deliberately, and she shifts — that small involuntary movement that tells you exactly how good it feels.

You take your time. No rushing this. You press your mouth fully against her and feel her breath catch, her fingers twisting into the sheets beneath her.