My curvy ass is ready to bend over

You catch her mid-turn, weight shifted to one hip, the fabric of her underwear cutting a slow diagonal across skin that refuses to stay contained.

She bends forward and everything shifts — a geography of soft weight and tension, the curve of her lower back deepening into something that demands your full attention.

Your eyes trace the widest point of her hips, then down the backs of her thighs, then back up again. You already know you'll look twice.