Shirtless Runner Ass

This ass felt a single ray of sunshine and made an executive decision on behalf of the entire neighborhood. The shirt is gone. It has been gone since April, weather permitting and frequently when not. They are not hot, exactly. They are visible, which is the whole point. Every run is a low-key parade, a moving billboard for a gym membership and a firm decision to skip nuance entirely. Standards, modesty, and the tan line have all left the building together. What remains is pure, sun-drenched confidence jogging down the middle of the sidewalk, glistening, unbothered, and absolutely certain that everyone is enjoying this exactly as much as they are.