The best feature on me

She catches me looking. Turns slow, showing off what my boyfriend always calls her best feature. That round ass of hers stays tight because he wants it that way. She loves keeping it perfect for him. She bends a little, lets the light catch every curve. Blonde hair falls over one shoulder. Her hand slides down her own hip, tracing what belongs to him. Her fingers dip lower. She starts to touch herself, stroking in small circles while she waits for me to answer. She knows the view she’s giving. Brunette roots peek through the gold at her part line. She spreads her stance wider. Her breath shortens. Every movement stays slow, deliberate, meant to show how well she keeps herself for him.