Maria stood in front of your bedroom mirror and studied herself. She had bought a new brown dress that hugged her figure like a second skin.

Twisting and turning to see it from every angle she hummed and bit her lip. Her eyes glanced over to you looking for your approval.

“What do you think, mio caro?”

She asked you, her Italian accent sounding like silk as she asked for your opinion. Her hands resting on her hips and sliding down to her rear.

“It doesn’t make my ass look too big, right?”