You’re always fixated on my ass, aren’t you? Down there where you belong, craving to worship at every opportunity. Losers like you can’t resist what they can’t have. Gazing up at my perfectly round booty as I remind you that it’s forever out of your reach, it’s like a dream come true for you. I know how much you relish being dominated by my ass, growing weaker with every moment beneath it. You yearn for what you know you’ll never have—no touch, no taste, just endless longing. And you’re fine with that, because these sights are tailor-made to render you weaker and more desperate for worship.
