I remember the first time I saw her like that, her thick ass on display, shorts pulled down, thong riding up between those perfect cheeks. My cock throbbed as I watched, knowing other men had been there, had fucked her, and it made me harder than ever. Her husband’s hand on her ass, pulling those shorts down, was a sight that still haunts me. The way her skin glistened, the way her body responded to his touch—it was a fucking masterclass in submission. I could almost hear her moans, feel the heat of her desire. It’s a memory that keeps me up at night, wondering why the hell I get off on it so much. Maybe it’s the power, the control, the raw, unfiltered need. Or maybe it’s just the way she looks, so fucking hot and ready, always ready for more. Her ass, her body, her everything—it’s all mine to watch, to crave, to fucking worship. And I do, every damn time.