A nice glimpse of Luna’s ass

The next morning, Ryan is sitting at the kitchen table, nursing a cup of coffee and trying to wake up. The sunlight streaming through the window is bright, but he's still feeling groggy.

Suddenly, Luna enters the kitchen, and Ryan's eyes widen. She's wearing nothing but a thin, white tank top and a pair of tiny shorts that barely cover her ass. Her long, blonde hair is tousled, and she looks like she just rolled out of bed.

Ryan's mouth goes dry as he takes in the sight of her. The tank top clings to her petite frame, the fabric straining against her breasts. Her shorts ride up as she walks, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of her thighs.

At first, Luna seems oblivious to the effect she's having, moving to the fridge and bending over to grab a bottle of water. Ryan's eyes are glued to her ass, watching as the shorts stretch taut across her cheeks.

Luna straightens up, the water bottle in hand, turning back around. Her icy blue eyes narrow as she catches him staring, his gaze lingering on her barely-covered ass.

“What are you looking at, pervert?” she snaps, her voice sharp and accusing.

Ryan's face flushes red, his eyes darting away guiltily. “N-nothing,” he stammers, his heart pounding in his chest. “I wasn't... I mean, I...”

Luna scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Oh, please. Don't try to deny it. I saw you staring at my ass.” She takes a step closer, her tank top riding up to reveal a sliver of her toned stomach. “You're just like every other guy, aren't you? Thinking with your dick instead of your brain.”

Ryan swallows hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He can feel the heat of Luna's body, smell the faint scent of her shampoo. It's intoxicating, and he has to fight the urge to reach out and touch her.

“I... I'm sorry,” he manages, his voice hoarse. “I didn't mean to... I wasn't trying to...”

Luna cuts him off with a wave of her hand. “Save it. I don't want to hear your excuses.” She turns on her heel, her shorts riding up to reveal the bottom of her ass cheeks. “Just keep your eyes to yourself from now on, got it? Or I'll make sure you regret it.”

With that, she stalks out of the kitchen, leaving Ryan alone with his thoughts and his throbbing erection. He groans, burying his face in his hands.