Tonya didn’t even remember removing her clothes. For that matter, she barely remembered helping Ashure off with his! She greedily studied his muscular body and made mental notes of all the places that she wanted to spend more time on.
Damn, but that man has the cutest ass! she thought with pleasure.
It was true. Ashure wasn’t big and muscular like a wrestling star or body builder. No, he was the lean and dangerous type that made her think of James Bond. His broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, and his hips were perfect for straddling while his ass was just yummy. It was tight with a slight coating of hair that made her want to rub her hands along his butt cheeks and add a tiny slap to see if they flexed the way she imagined.
“Are you going to stare at my ass all afternoon, or are
