The ass should be red

You can't look away from that ass, already flushed red like it's been waiting for your hand all evening.

You feel the heat radiating before you even make contact, the skin tight and trembling with anticipation beneath your gaze.

You know exactly what that color means — someone has been very, very patient, and you're about to make them forget their own name with every sharp, deliberate strike you've been saving up since the moment you walked through the door.