New Orleans 1987

Her eyes are beautiful and her breasts are starlet good but it is her amazing ass that has me shaking. I’m on my side ... propped up on my left elbow ... watching her move to the bed in the soft light of the late summer evening. She has that look in her eyes and my breath has quickened. I know what she’s capable of and I know my ass is in for it. 

“It’s been over a week,” she whispers crawling into the bed. “Have you missed me?”

Her eyes never leave mine and, somehow, she’s out of her panties before I can reply. It doesn't matter. She knows I've missed her. She always knows.

Her eyes never leave mine as she pushes me onto my back ... puts me where she wants me ... and lowers herself down. 

Then, that ass ... that ass that has toppled civilizations ... starts to move and takes me to another place.