Get on Your Knees for My Ass

Hey baby… it’s your favorite kinky girlfriend. I have a confession, and it lives right behind me. I love ass worship. I love a man who forgets how to speak the second I turn around. I love being groped, fondled, kissed, and adored like my ass is the whole religion.

Last night I bent over the edge of the bed in nothing but a little black thong and let him look. That’s all it took. His hands were on me before I finished the sentence. Big, greedy palms spreading my cheeks, squeezing, lifting, like he was trying to memorize the weight of me.

How He Touched Me

He started slow. Fingers tracing the curve where my ass meets my thighs. Then he got sloppy, the way I like. He groped me hard enough to leave pink prints. He buried his face between my cheeks and groaned like he’d been starving. That’s real ass worship. Not a polite kiss. A man losing his mind on my body.

I looked back over my shoulder and smiled. Sweet first. “Aww. You like that?” Then mean. “Of course you do. You’ve been staring at it all night. Now earn it.” He licked. He nuzzled. He spread me open with both thumbs and kissed me there like I was something holy and filthy at the same time.

I reached back, grabbed a handful of his hair, and pulled him closer. “That’s it. Fondle it. Bite it. Tell me how good it feels in your hands.” He told me. He told me my ass was perfect. Soft. Heavy. Made to be worshipped. I laughed and pushed back against his mouth because praise is cute, but I want him working.

I Made Him Stay There

I didn’t let him rush to my cunt. Not yet. Ass worship means he stays where I put him. He kissed every inch. He spanked me just to watch it bounce. He squeezed until I moaned and then squeezed again because that moan made him stupid. I rocked back onto his face and told him he could breathe when I said so.

When I finally let him slide two fingers into my dripping cunt, he kept one hand on my ass the whole time. Groping. Holding. Owning nothing and worshipping everything. I came like that — bent over, loud, with his mouth still on my cheek and his fingers curling inside me.

After, I made him kiss it again. Soft. Grateful. “Good boy,” I whispered. “You can adore it whenever I feel like showing off.”

If you want a girl who will turn around, arch her back, and make you earn every handful, I’m right here. You can find more of my filthy confessions and book time with me here: Rhea’s Profile.

Come worship. I’ll make it worth the view. 🖤

Hands on my ass.
Mouth if you ask nicely.