Perfect buns

Boys always comment on her perfect ass. She keeps it that way with daily workouts on her living-room equipment. Today the bench and resistance bands are just props. She slides her shorts down, spreads herself over the padded seat, and lets her fingers find the heat between those round cheeks. The mirror catches every slow circle she draws across her clit, every time her hips rock forward and back. No one else is home. She takes her time, dips two fingers inside, watches her own face tighten when the pleasure builds. Her breath gets shallow. She presses her breasts against the cool vinyl and works herself harder, chasing the rush she came here for.