You must be up to no good with all your sneaking around. You’re too late, you’ve just missed me changing clothes, what a shame for you. Ignore your disappointment, you’re already so far down the rabbit hole that catching a glimpse of my bare cheeks will make no difference to you. Already hopelessly addicted you are, aren’t you? The curious question of just what the weight of my ass bearing down on you would be, how heavy it would feel upon you. You can do nothing other than watch while my hands go where yours long to, while I do the things you can only wish you could do. Denied much? Teased even more.