Graciela’s POV
As I squeeze the enticing globes, Archer’s voice cuts through the silence, ‘Hey, quit that.’
‘I had to check’ I mumble, ‘an ass that tight and gorgeous cannot be real.’ I run both my hands over his ass cheeks in fascination, ‘they are like steel’ I murmur, ‘how many squats do you do a day to get them to look like that? This ass should be illegal or at least you shouldn’t wear jeans, that’s just insensitive to the female population.’
I heard a groan of frustration, but I kept kneading the tight buns in curiosity, ‘how can girls be expected to function when a butt like this is on display’ I complained, ‘you are a very mean man, flaunting your hot ass where people can see it.’
I can feel Archer’s shoulder’s tense underneath me, a guttural growl leaving his lips before a doo
