I live for body worship. There’s nothing hotter than watching a guy lose his mind over every inch of this smoking-hot college body while I blow thick clouds of smoke right in his face. I’m Kelsey, the filthy little coed who knows exactly how to make you crawl.
Picture me stretched out on my dorm-room bed, legs spread, cigarette dangling from my glossy lips. I’m in nothing but a tiny thong that barely covers my shaved pussy and a cropped tank that rides up over my soft, perfect tits. My skin is warm, a little sweaty from the heat, and I can already feel how wet I’m getting just thinking about what comes next. “Come worship this body,” I say, voice low and smoke-rough. “Start with my feet and work your way up like a good little bitch.”
You drop to your knees without hesitation. That’s what body worship does to you—turns you into a desperate, obedient mess. You press your face against the soles of my feet first, inhaling the faint scent of my shoes and the sweet musk of my skin. I dig my toes into your mouth while I take a long, slow drag, then blow the smoke down over your head. You lick between my toes, suck them clean, and I moan around the cigarette because I love how pathetic you look worshipping me.
You move higher, kissing the smooth insides of my calves, the soft backs of my knees, then the thick, creamy thighs that squeeze your head when I feel like it. My thong is soaked. I hook a finger under the string and pull it aside so you can see how shiny and swollen my cunt is. “Lick it,” I order. “Worship this dripping college pussy like it’s the only thing that matters.” You bury your tongue deep, sucking my clit, drinking every drop while I grind against your face and keep smoking. Ash falls onto my belly and I laugh, pushing your head harder.
My hands leave the cigarette long enough to cup my own tits, pinching the hard nipples through the thin fabric before I peel the tank off completely. “These too,” I breathe. “Suck them. Bite them. Show me how much you need this body.” You latch on, moaning into my soft flesh while I stroke your hair and blow another cloud of smoke into your eyes. The combination of my wet cunt on your tongue, my tits in your mouth, and the constant haze of my cigarette makes me throb so hard I almost come right there.
I make you finish on my stomach, painting my soft college belly with thick ropes while I finish the last of my smoke and crush the butt out on the ashtray beside the bed. Then I smear it across my skin with two fingers and feed it to you, making sure you swallow every bit of the mess you made while worshipping me.
If you’re ready to drop to your knees for real body worship from this dirty smoking coed, you already know where to find me.
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