Damn that ass PHAT

You can't pull your eyes away from that ass, full and round and demanding every bit of your attention.

You feel something tighten in your chest and drop lower, a want so immediate it almost embarrasses you. You reach out in your mind, tracing the curve from waist to hip, feeling the weight of it in your hands before you've even touched anything real.

You know this kind of body stays with you, lodged behind your eyes long after you've scrolled on. You come back. You always come back.