Ass worship for your ebony queen

Ass worship is what the ebony queen wanted from her date.

Ass worship was definitely what I‘d been thinking about all night. The car ride back had been absolutely electric. I could feel your eyes all over me.  It wasn’t just on the road you were paying attention to, but my sexy thighs and perky tits that sat up nice and perky in my corset. I could tell you were trying to be smooth. However, I’d caught you glancing at my ass more than once when you thought I wasn’t looking. That’s fine. I happen to love the attention. Then I turned to you as you pulled into my driveway, my fingers playfully trailing along your arm. “You wanna come in for a drink?” I purred, letting the word *drink* linger in the air just long enough to make you ponder my invitation.

You swallowed hard, and I knew you were already imagining what kind of “nightcap” I had in mind. “Yeah,” you said. “Yeah, I’d like that.” I didn’t wait for you to be the gentleman and open my door again; I just stepped out, letting my skirt ride up just enough to flash you a hint of my thighs. You followed me inside like a dog on a leash. I could tell you were nervous as I led you to the living room. However, I had a plan for tonight, and I figured it was best to be as direct as possible. So I kicked off my heels and turned to give you full eye contact, my hands sliding down my sides, over my hips. “You ever worshipped a woman’s ass before?” I asked, tilting my head, my brown eyes locking onto yours.

Ass worship anyone?

You shifted on your feet, your fingers twitching at your sides. “N-no,” you managed to stammer. Giving you an evil grin, I replied, “Good. Because I don’t just let men touch me. I make them work for it.” I turned, bending over, arching my back just enough to give you a full view of my beautiful black ass. My fingers hooked the waistband of my panties before dragging them down my thighs. They fell at my ankles, and I stepped out of them. There you stood, amazed with your mouth half-open. “Get on your knees,” I commanded, my voice dropping to a dark purr. You didn’t hesitate; you dropped to your knees like you’d been waiting for this your whole damn life. You were ready to give me the ass worship I deserved.

I turned around, giving you a perfect view of my bare, brown ass.  Your hands caressed it like it was a new toy.  I felt you part my cheeks, and my pussy was already glistening. “Let’s see how good that tongue works,” I said. “And don’t stop until I cum.” You obeyed with your tongue flicking out, tentative at first. However, by the time I was moaning and pushing back against your face, you got the picture. Your tongue slowly swiped between my ass cheeks first, before diving into my asshole. I moaned as my fingers gripped in your hair, guiding you exactly where I wanted you. “Fuck, yes,” I moaned. “Just like that. Lick my black ass like you mean it.” You groaned against me, your hands gripping my ass as you ate me out as if your life depended on it

Damn, I am turned on.

I could see your dick pressing against your pants, begging to be freed. You were hard as a rock, eating my ass, and it made me grind back against your face even harder. ” Take that dick out and stroke while you eat my ass,” I demanded. Your hand flew to your belt, your fingers fumbling to free your cock. You started stroking it with hard, desperate strokes as your tongue worked me over.  With your face buried between my cheeks, I was so turned on.”Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I gasped, my thighs trembling. “Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop.” I screamed as a warmth crept over my body.  You kept going, your tongue was relentless, as your hand worked your hard dick in time with every lick. Finally,  I came so hard, my juices dripping onto your face. You lapped up every drop.

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