Aether crawled behind her, drawn like a beast to prey, his gaze locked on the glistening masterpiece of her ass. The way her cheeks jiggled slightly with each breath, the soft gleam of sweat tracing over her perfect curves, and the sultry way she kept her ass lifted just for him—it was all too much.
He placed both hands firmly on her round, plush cheeks, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. He gave them a slow, firm squeeze, savouring how warm and full they felt in his grasp. He kneaded them like a man obsessed, spreading them, pressing them, worshipping the weight of them in his palms.
"Fuck... this ass is mine~," he growled, his voice heavy with hunger. He leaned down and pressed a hot kiss on her left cheek, then another on the right, each one messier than the last.
His lips dragged along her skin, his tongue sliding out to taste the light salt of sweat clinging to her flesh.
"~mm~"
