You’re perpetually on your knees, fixated on my divine posterior, salivating over its flawless contours. Your desire for a mere whiff of my exquisite ass is palpable. You yearn to bury your face between my luscious, rounded cheeks, longing for that fleeting moment of ecstasy. But the cruel reality sets in—you’re unworthy, pathetic, undeserving of even a scent of my rear. It’s a painful reminder of your insignificance, to gaze upon what you covet knowing it can never be yours.
- Post category:Ass Sniffing / Ass Worship
Tags: Goddess Lindsey