Twenty Five

Onyx had never had so much trouble putting one foot in front of the other. But while an ass like that was right there in front of him, he had no interest in moving anyway.

As Tasha was bent over riffling through a shelf of canned foods, Onyx simply gazed at her ass in awe. What he wouldn’t give to know what kind of underwear she wore under that skintight denim.

Normally he didn’t like jeans on a woman; they didn’t allow him easy access and they hid way too much, but with Tasha it was a sweet torment having it all left to the imagination. He looked for a panty line but couldn’t make one out. Maybe she was wearing a thong. Maybe she was going commando. Fuck.

As usual when he was around Tasha, he was assaulted by a number of erotic images. He could imagine her being bent just like that, but naked and over a table while he was slamming into her. Or sprawled across his lap while he spanked her as