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You don’t deserve this. You know you don’t. Yet here I am, Goddess Olivia Rose, spreading my plush, ass cheeks just for you, a slave who breathes my air only by my divine permission; a slave who shows how grateful they are that I let them worship. This isn’t just an ass. This is a temple. A sacred altar where your pathetic worship belongs. And today, I allow you, allow you to gaze upon what gods would beg to see. My pale green eyes lock onto yours as I slowly lift my hips, the curve of my hips like a sermon written in sin. Feel your pulse race as I grab my fat ass cheeks and pull them apart, revealing the tight, pink rosebud nestled in shadow. You don’t get to touch. You don’t get to taste. You don’t even get to breathe without my say-so. All you get is this: the privilege of staring, drooling, and thanking me, on your knees, in silence. Closeup after closeup, I tease you. Swaying, clenching, spreading wide with each movement a punishment and a gift. I laugh softly as I see the hunger in your eyes, the way your cock twitches at the sight of my asshole, like a bitch salivating at the sight of a steak he’ll never eat. You’re nothing without my control. And yet, you’re alive only because I let you watch. Will you beg for more? Or will you just sit there, gag on your desperation like the good little slave you are?