There’s something about the stretch, the pressure, the delicious fullness that drives me wild. I crave that feeling—over and over. My ass isn’t just hungry, it’s obsessed. I tease it slow, savoring every second before giving it what it begs for. It’s not about how deep... it’s about how filthy it makes me feel. The more I play, the more addicted I get. And I know you’re watching, stroking, imagining how it feels to be inside that obsession. Keep watching. I’ll keep feeding the craving.