Enter Tori’s Temple of Ass Worship

Hello, darlings. I’m Tori — your voluptuous, retro pinup dream with hips that sway like a slow jazz record and an ass so round, so plush, so perfectly spankable that it demands devotion. In my world, worship isn’t optional; it’s inevitable. My curves were made for hands, lips, tongues, and eyes that can’t look away. Kneel at the altar of my magnificent backside and prepare to adore every inch.

Tori’s Vintage Ass Worship Ritual

The room is dim, scented with vanilla and cigarette smoke, a 1950s boudoir come to life. I’m Tori, perched on the edge of a velvet chaise in black seamed stockings, garters, and a crimson satin corset that pushes my heavy breasts high while leaving my legendary ass bare and presented like a gift. You drop to your knees behind me without being told — good boy.

First come the kisses. Soft at first, reverent pecks along the curve of each cheek, tracing the dimples at the small of my back. Then deeper, hungrier — open-mouthed worship, lips pressing firmly, sucking gently on the tender flesh. I sigh, arching just enough to make my ass jiggle invitingly. “That’s it, darling… show me how much you adore it.”

Your hands join the prayer — squeezing, kneading, spreading me wide to reveal my tight little rosebud. A sharp slap rings out; my skin blooms pink under your palm. I moan, pushing back for more. Another spank, harder, then another — each one sending ripples through my curves, each sting making me wetter. “Harder,” I command, voice husky. You obey, turning my ass a beautiful rosy glow while I purr approval.

Now the true devotion: your tongue. Flat and broad at first, lapping slowly from taint to tailbone, savoring every taste. Then pointed, circling my puckered hole, teasing before plunging in deep. I rock back against your face, smothering you in soft, warm flesh, grinding as you eat me like a starving man at a banquet. My moans fill the room, hips rolling, ass clenching around your tongue while you worship deeper, filthier, until I’m trembling on the edge.

When I’m satisfied — for now — I turn, stroke your cheek, and whisper: “Good worshipper.” Want to kneel at my altar for real? Visit me at kinkypinup.com/tori_kp/ and bring your tongue, your hands, your devotion. My ass is waiting.

In this pinup paradise, every curve is sacred… especially mine.