He loved her ass
Whether cased in red satin, or white lace, or framed by the black string of a thong, or completely bare as nature intended, it always looked delicious to him.
He would lay in bed at night and cup it in his hand and call it peachy which it was, plump and firm with smattering of fine delicate hair that you could only just see.
But it was those little creases that he loved to love
He would kneel behind her and dip his tongue into them licking at the delicate skin and inhaling her female scent.