Samantha wishes she had a better butt

"I would make I had a better butt" Samantha says and brings her hands down to the side of her butt that she's sitting on.

"What, I love your ass! It is perfect as it is," you insist, prompting Samantha to blush.

"I wish. All the yoga I do is about trying to fix my butt. I just wish it were more firm," Samantha says shaking her head. "Rounder and firmer."

You tell her repeatedly that she's wrong about this.

"You haven't seen my little sister Claire's ass," she says, not knowing that you have actually seen photos of Claire's bikini-laden ass on Instagram. "She has the ass that I want."

"Let me see again what you've got?" you ask.

Samantha eyes you, considering your question and decides to go with it.

She hops off her bar stool and turns around. She's still wearing the body-hugging pencil skirt. She bends over, giving you a great view of her ass.

You can resist reaching out and giving her a squeeze.

"John!" Samantha squeals, when she feels your hand.

"You've got a really nice ass, it's feels as good as it looks." You don't stop caressing her ass though and she doesn't pull away from you. "It's wonderfully firm and perfectly round."

"How does it compare to your girlfriend's?" Samantha asks you as you continue you squeeze and rub her butt.

"Emma's ass has nothing on yours," you say.

Samantha pulls away from your hand and sits back down and you can see how flushed her skin is from excitement.

"Okay, next question," Samantha says as she takes your phone."