As Alecia bent forward and pushed her jeans down her legs, Brent, who sat on the edge of the bed, watched her intently. Particularly, he looked at the curves of her butt and the lace-fringed edge of her creamy orange panties, and how the edge of those panties rose diagonally up the butt cheek that was closest to him.
“You’ve got such a great ass,” he said. “I just want to bite it.” He caught himself. “Not hard, though.”
Alecia finished pushing off her jeans, tossed them to the side, and then she straightened up and put her hands on her hips. Her fingers splayed on those orange panties. She looked at him over her shoulder.
Her eyebrow raised for two seconds before she asked, “But what if that’s what I want?”