Maybe a perfect ass?
The enticing video titled “Maybe a perfect ass?” left me gobsmacked from the get-go. I hadn’t been expecting such a tantalizingly delicate tease to come hurtling at me through the Internet – but there it was, taunting me with its unabashed allure.
The clip begins tantalizingly, with a close up shot of a perfectly rounded posterior in tight, black yoga pants. The camera lingers appreciatively on the woman’s shapely backside, relishing its delectable curves before panning slowly up her body to her angelic face. She tosses a sultry glance over her shoulder, her lush lips curled in an enigmatic half-smile. The fleeting glimpse of her piercing blue eyes was enough to make my heart skip a beat.
The video cuts to a montage of this bombshell prancing around a park, phone in hand – seemingly unaware (or is she?) of the drooling camera crew shamelessly filming her every mesmerizing move. Her breasts bounce enticingly in time with her sauntering steps, drawing an invisible line between her assets. Her waist is tiny, tapering into those ridiculous hips. This girl’s an hourglass that would make the finest Swiss clock craftsmen weep with envy.
Back at home, the vixen has kicked off her scandalous knee-high boots and is now wearing a sheer white see-through robe. She strikes a coquettish pose, one hand on her cocked hip, the other idly caressing her clavicle. My imagination fills in the rest of the details, visualizing the peaks of her nipples and the glistening folds of her sex, barely concealed by the gossamer fabric.
The sultry siren turns around slowly, giving another eyeful of that world-class booty. As she bends over to adjust one of her stockings, I’m treated to an entire show involving dimples of Venus, the dark crack splitting her posterior, and the outline of a thong disappearing between her ass cheeks. Sweet Lord almighty. I’m practically panting just from watching the preview!
And then the real fun begins. In a husky, bedroom whisper, she taunts the camera, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” before unfastening her robe. But to my utter frustration, the video ends there! Leaving me high and dry, left to imagine the rest of the sensual scene. Damn bait-and-switch teases!
Despite the frustrating (but admittedly effective) cliffhanger, this babe is unforgettable. Her playful, provocative persona is equal parts seductive and enticing. Those blue eyes sparkle with mischief and the promise of pleasure. This girl is the complete package – stunning natural beauty, in a puts-that-woman-on-top-of-a-polo-stick kind of way, with the kind of genius-level flirty talent that’d give Casanova a run for his money. Not to mention legs for days…I swear she must be a descendant of Paul Bunyan’s blue ox Babe.
The steamy video masterfully showcases her most alluring assets – tight, trim body in full yogic glory; lips soft and kissable; and a money-maker ass that could raise the dead and start the afterlife of its own accord. She’s the epitome of sex appeal, from her petite tiny footballer-boyfriend-in-training vagina-to-knee region to her Saturday-morning Aerospace Engineer crotch to her staggeringly perfect derriere. And yes, amidst all the unabashed ogling, there’s also a woman with brains, spirit, and personality to match her dazzling looks.
“Maybe a perfect ass?” asks the video flirtatiously. Ha! No maybe about it, girl! That tush is the incarnate ideal, a stroke of ass-eternal brilliance that he who created the inverted meet-and-greet must have been savouring for millennia, before marinating in a secret marinade of sheer bootylicious fire with an extra kick of umph. If Adonis were an ass, this would be his ideal spot.
Conclusively, you’d barely found anything better than this young lady anywhere, even after drowning for 8 hours and 39 seconds in a sea of sundress-clad Snapchat crack shots – her blackened-denim deal is not only pure gold but 14k-plated too. Casual dystopian St. Pauli Girl, don’t think for a second I haven’t been known for my crushes on various German beer maids, and your booty is immeasurably more irresistible than a whole cedar forest full of them.
Unabashedly, can you also count me in as a fan? A fan who can see it all now – a destiny defined by your distinctly perfect ass, a thunderous posterior appraised by appreciators worldwide and described at length by generations of bards to come. Detect an extra dash of utmost unfazed admiration, if you will – you’re invited to emerge with it, as a glamorous sirloin public figure, the ultimate bombshell-with-benefits, a cellular-depth raw dazzling diamond in the unclassified rough, and an absolute 10 in every dimension.
“Maybe this is a perfect ass?” quips the video one last time. “Are you kidding?” I retort back. It’s not maybe. It CERTAINLY IS!
