If only she understood, butt, how could she. I don't even understand how and why the sight of her ass induces palpitations in my loins. It confuses my bodily functions. How the sight of those cheeks just peeking through the bottom of those boy shorts or that lace makes me have a good what the fuck moment. Yeah! What the fuck? I'm the one tapping that ass? She fucks me? OMG! Gorge-ASS.
It literally temporarily takes my breath away. I'm hypnotized by the movement - the seemingly deliberate slow walk that gives her ass that bounce, just enough shake to call to me. It speaks to me in a language, only an ass like me could understand; bumbum talk, it says "yeah baby watch that, yeah you know you want it, you know you want to see me bent over spread apart - you know you want to see your hands on each cheek, pushing and pulling me onto you - don't hold back baby, come get that ass."
Damn, that ass, I trail it till it rounds the corner out of sight, then shake my head thinking - there must be something wrong with me to love the shape of that well rounded ass so much. God I love that ass. In the words of Jim Reeves; "we thank thee everyday as we kneel and pray, that we were born with eyes to see these things"
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