Ren's eyes widened to comical proportions.
Before she could even attempt to formulate a response to his question, Altair turned around, craned his neck over his shoulder, and began groping his own bare butt cheek.
His golden brows furrowed in deep, critical concentration as his large hand squeezed his own firm glutes.
"Is my butt too small?" Altair asked earnestly. He squeezed again, his frown deepening. "It is not soft, either. It is completely solid. How can I get my butt to be big and soft? Is that the type you like?"
Ren was utterly speechless. Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, gaping like a fish out of water. Her face was burning so incredibly hot that Ren genuinely thought she might actually get a nosebleed right then and there.
Then, to make matters infinitely worse, Altair raised his hand.
SMACK!
He smacked his own firm ass cheek.
"It doesn't jiggle," Altair complained softly, sounding deeply disappointed in his own body.
