Tell her to bend over
From Lord Of Utterdom
"Bend yourself over at the waist," you say. "I wish to see you in all your splendor."
She seems to consider it a moment, then turns her head and slowly bends forward. She has to spread her legs a bit to balance herself, and you get a lovely view of the muscles going taut in the backs of her thighs, running up to the tight little globes of her ass, and her delicate and tightly packed little box. You stroke yourself further, taking in the sight, marveling and the fine curves of her chiseled little form.
