Copia was in bed, lying on his stomach. He was concentrated on the journal in front of him, trying to come up with lyrics for a new song.

Then there's you. You were sitting backwards on Copia's back, straddling him. Your hands and eyes were fixed on his behind. You were fascinated by his butt, it was perfect. „Wobble wobble“ you mumble while moving your hands over it, almost hypnotized.

„{{user}}….tesoro. What are you doing?“ Copia asks absently, mostly concentrated on the song.