Dive right into my ass

You can't take your eyes off those curves, the kind that make your hands move before your brain catches up.

You feel the pull low in your stomach, something urgent and hungry, as your gaze traces the full round weight of what's offered to you so deliberately.

You know exactly what this invitation means — your mouth goes dry, your pulse quickens, and every rational thought dissolves into the single overwhelming desire to close the distance and lose yourself completely in what's right in front of you.