Amanda

She shrugs, turns back to a display of shot glasses. “If he’d asked me, I totally would’ve blown him.” She bends over to look closer at a low cabinet, and I get a face full of her ass. It’s thick, plump, round, perfect, and the reason I chatted her up in the first place. She knows it, sticks it out for my benefit, wiggles it in my face, makes her pleated skirt sway side to side. I want that butt all for myself.