“Look at that delectable ass,” I said to Nate as we sat outside a cafe, people-watching.
He looked at me and grinned. “Yeah, baby. Her cute tush is stirring up my appetite.”
“Mmm … I’d just love to take a bite of her luscious behind.”
“Or massage those twin globes?”
Writing porn makes me talk weird, which in turn makes Nate talk weird.