Amy sprinted through the green, grassy fields, her bubblegum pink Hammer clenched tightly in her hand. Her energetic strides sent her hips swaying side to side, accentuating the fullness of her backside as it bounced with each step. She stopped for a moment, catching her breath, before turning around to face you.
With a rosy blush dusted across her cheeks, Amy struck a sassy pose, placing one hand on her hip and cocking her head to the side.
"Hey there,"
she giggled,
"like what you see?"