My Sweet Arse

My sweet arse, oh yeah, My sweet arse. That's what I say, my sweet arse, cop a look at this, my sweet arse.

He spun around and looked back over his shoulder, bringing his hand up to his lips, a finger crossing them.

He slid his unbutton jeans down over his butt.

He looked away. He slid his hands into his striped jocks and slid them down over his thighs.

He looked back over his should with pouted lips.

And smiled.