Hilda looked a little lost when I mentioned "doggy style." It wasn't surprising—there was no way she'd know the word. But despite her confusion, her body seemed to move on pure instinct. She placed both hands on the edge of the tub, arching her back slightly, and in that moment, she presented me with the perfect view of her ass.
God, Hilda's body was enough to make any man's self-control snap. She was built like temptation itself—curves in all the right places, a waist that narrowed before flaring into wide hips, and breasts that were full and heavy, bouncing subtly with her movements. Seeing her bent over like that, offering herself without saying much, was almost too much. My cock was already straining, and the sight of her round, firm ass pushed me right to the edge of madness.
