I need you to worship mommys ass

You can't take your eyes off those curves, the kind that demand your full and undivided attention the moment they fill your vision.

You feel something primal unlock in your chest, a need to press your face close and breathe in the warmth radiating from that soft, heavy flesh.

You know exactly what you're supposed to do — hands trembling slightly, mouth already open, every rational thought dissolving as you sink lower and give yourself completely over to the worship being demanded of you.