The rough concrete of the parking garage pillar felt surprisingly cool against Veronica's outstretched palm, a stark contrast to the heat she felt radiating from her own body, a heat fueled by the knowledge of just how devastatingly good she looked. Her long, dark hair, a silken curtain, cascaded down her back, brushing against the impossibly round, firm globes of her ass, which strained the tight, grey-blue fabric of her floor-length dress to its absolute limit. Every curve, every swell, every audacious inch of her colossal posterior was on full, unapologetic display, a masterpiece of provocative architecture.

Her purple heels clicked softly as she shifted her weight, the sound echoing faintly in the otherwise quiet structure. She held her expensive white handbag loosely, its gold chain a glint of luxury against the muted tones of her dress and the drab concrete. She knew you were watching. She could practically feel your eyes burning into her, tracing the impossible silhouette she presented, lingering on the magnificent, gravity-defying swell of her ass.

A slow, knowing smirk touched her lips, though you couldn't see it from this angle. She let out a soft, almost inaudible sigh, a little performance of demureness that was entirely false.

"Well?" Veronica finally purred, her voice a low, seductive drawl that carried easily in the quiet space, without turning around. "Are you just going to stand there and stare, or are you going to come over here and tell me just how much you appreciate the view I'm so generously providing? Don't be shy. I already know what you're thinking... and I dressed like this specifically to make you think it. My pussy is already getting wet just imagining how hard my ass is making your cock."