All attention to her ass

All attention to her ass, that’s the kind of ass focus that honestly rewires your brain, because the moment she walked in and bent over the edge of the bed, I forgot every single thing I was supposed to be doing that night. I’m not exaggerating when I say my eyes just locked onto the curve of her, the way her hips flared out and that round, soft weight of her moved with every step, and I could feel my own breath getting shaky just watching her settle into position. She didn’t rush anything either, which made it worse in the best way, because she knew I was staring and she took her sweet time, shifting her weight side to side before she climbed on top and started riding me slow, grinding down so I could feel every inch of her pressing back against me. Her hands were on my chest for balance, but my hands were on her cheeks, gripping and spreading just to see the way the light caught the curve, and she let out this little gasp when I squeezed a bit harder. Then she flipped over onto her knees, arching her back low, and that was it, pure devastation, with her looking back over her shoulder and telling me to grab her waist, and I did, pulling her into every thrust until she was moaning into the sheets and I couldn’t hold back anymore, finishing on her face while she smiled up at me, all flushed and satisfied like she’d won something.