Born to Worship

My body has you in owe. Mesmerized, dripping to the thought of dropping on all fours for this ass, and religiously worshiping it the way curves this perfect deserve. The deeper you crawl into the rabbit hole you have dug for yourself, the harder you ache to submit. Nothing matter when you face my juicy ass, when you soak in my power and recharge with the desire to drop your entire life for the purpose of submitting. A body this perfect was made to worship, and a boy as weak as yourself was born for the one porpoise of doing so.