Guys are always surprised by the size of booty [F]

You scroll past and stop cold — that curve demands it. She's turned just enough to show you what she's working with, and the ratio is genuinely disorienting, the kind that makes your hands feel suddenly useless at your sides.

The fit of whatever she's barely wearing has given up trying to contain things, fabric pulled tight across a shelf that juts out with architectural audacity. Between her thighs, a soft, insistent outline presses forward like a secondary argument.

She already knows the expression on your face. She's catalogued it dozens of times — that specific slack-jawed recalibration happening behind your eyes right now, measuring, failing, measuring again.