I eased into an outfit that fit just right, every seam hugging me like a second skin. A polo shirt soft as whispers, and white yoga shorts that left l*ttle to the imagination. The c*tton was worn thin, stretched taut across my curves, but my intentions were elsewhere. I pivoted, backing up until the camera’s lens fogged with my closeness, until my backside, full and round, became your entire view.

The moment I peeled those shorts down, I knew you were captivated. No face, no distractions. Just my bare, round cheeks, full and glowing with heat, filling the screen so near you could almost taste the vanilla sugar I’d dusted along the creases. It was such a simple thing to do, such a simple thing to give, but I was already trembling at the thought of your hand clenching as you watched, your knuckles whitening with the urge to grab and knead and claim me. Without even a glance at the lens, I knew you’d be transfixed. There was nothing else in frame, just pure curves, soft and tempting, pressing closer until the world on your screen became me and nothing else.

And then, slow and deliberate, I let anticipation build. My hands traced lazy, feather-light patterns along the backs of my thighs, the goosebumps in their wake visible even through the screen. I could almost hear your sharp inhale as I teased at the edge, arching my hips with a playful confidence that said more than words ever could. The shorts peeled down, a silent promise, an invitation to a hunger that needed no language.

I straightened, then bent at the waist, my hair falling forward, tumbling down unseen as my shoulders dipped and I offered you the wordless language of my body: the way I tilted, the way I knew how to catch the light so every curve was magnified, every shadow exaggerated. I wanted you to see the way I shivered in anticipation, the way I cupped the base of my backside and squeezed, making the flesh ripple and settle into perfect, pillowy rounds, leaving you desperate for more.

Then I reached back, spread myself open, and let you see exactly how deep I want you. Gaping, ready, and c*mpletely yours to worship. This isn’t just about looking. This is about devotion. Tell me, how long would you stay behind me before you lost control?

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