Jamie’s Ass Worship: How I Make Men Beg for My Perfect Peach
I’m Jamie, the dirty hot slutty blonde with the smoking body and long, silky hair that falls right over the curve of my ass when I bend. And let me tell you, nothing gets me wetter than pure, devoted ass worship.
The second a man drops to his knees behind me, hands trembling as they hover over these thick, heart-shaped cheeks, I know exactly what kind of night it’s going to be. He doesn’t get to touch yet. He has to earn it. I plant my heels, arch my back, and push that soft, jiggling ass right into his face while I look over my shoulder and smile. “Worship it,” I whisper. “Show me how much you need it.”
That’s when the real ass worship begins.
He starts with soft, almost reverent kisses along the undersides of my cheeks, breathing me in like I’m the only thing that matters. I feel his lips part, tongue slipping out to drag slowly up the deep crease, tasting the warm skin, the faint scent of my perfume mixed with pure dirty girl. My long blonde hair swings across my back as I moan and push back harder, burying his face deeper. He spreads me with both hands, thumbs digging into the soft flesh, opening me so he can bury his tongue right against my tight little hole.
I love the sound he makes—hungry, desperate, like he’s starving. He licks in long, wet strokes, then swirls the tip around my rim until I’m dripping down my thighs. Sometimes I reach back, grab a fistful of his hair, and grind my ass against his mouth in slow circles, forcing him to take every inch of what I’m giving. “Deeper,” I order, voice low and slutty. “Worship this ass like it’s your last meal.”
The ass worship only intensifies when I bend all the way over, elbows on the bed, back arched, cheeks spread wide. He goes feral then—kissing, sucking, tongue-fucking my hole while his hands squeeze and slap the soft flesh until it jiggles and turns pink. I can feel how hard he is just from the way his breath hitches against my skin. Every time his tongue presses inside me I moan louder, rocking back, feeding him more.
I never rush it. I let him stay down there for as long as I want, turning my perfect peach into the center of his entire world. By the time I finally let him stand up, his face is shiny and he’s shaking with need. That’s when I remind him who owns this moment.
If you’re ready to drop to your knees and give me the kind of devoted ass worship I crave, you already know where to find me. Come see the real thing at Jamie’s profile and let’s make that fantasy filthy and real.
Call me now: 877-974-6385 ext 917
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