It just looks so good

You can't pull your eyes away from that ass — the curve of it stops you cold, demanding your full attention before you've even caught your breath.

You feel something shift low in your body, a slow heat building the longer you look. You let your gaze trace every line, every soft contour, committing it to memory like something you don't want to forget.

You already know this image is going to stay with you. You'll find yourself thinking about it later, in quiet moments, when the wanting creeps back in and refuses to leave you alone.