You don’t get to choose what you worship. I do. My ass is the only part of me you’re allowed to worship. Not my pussy. Not my feet. Not even my gaze. Just my perfect, round, latex-clad ass — and only when I decide you’re ready. You’re on your knees, aren’t you? Look up and watch me strut toward you in this shiny black latex skirt that hugs every curve like a second skin. I own you. I own your mouth. And right now, I own your tongue — it belongs to my ass. You’ll beg to taste me. But I’m not here to please you. I’m here to make you worship. So when I position myself over your face, you don’t move — until I say so. When I finally lower myself onto your mouth… that’s your reward. Your privilege. You’ll worship. And if you do it well? Maybe… just maybe… I’ll let you do it again. But don’t get greedy. This isn’t about your pleasure. It’s about my control. Your submission. Your obedience. And at the end? A countdown. You’ll obey. That's all you can do now.
