Start at my feet and work your way up.

I want every inch of me worshipped. Not just the obvious parts. I want you obsessed with the curve of my calves, the softness of my inner thighs, the way my hips flare out, the heavy weight of my breasts, the dip of my waist, and the thick, round ass that follows you even after you close your eyes.

My body was made to be adored.

Imagine kneeling in front of me. Your hands start at my ankles and slowly slide up. You kiss the side of my knee. Then higher. You press your face against the soft skin of my thigh and just breathe me in. I feel your lips tremble because you’re already overwhelmed.

Keep going. Kiss the crease where my thigh meets my hip. Trace the line of my stomach with your tongue. Look up at me while you do it. I want to see the exact moment you realize you’re not in control anymore — my body is.

My breasts deserve long, slow attention. They’re full, soft, and heavy. I want you to hold them like they’re precious. Suck on my nipples until they’re dark and sensitive. Bury your face between them and stay there. Tell me how good they feel in your hands. Tell me how much you need them.

Then turn me around. I want you on your knees behind me, hands spreading my cheeks, face pressed deep between them. Worship this ass like it’s the only thing that matters. Kiss it. Lick it. Moan into it. I want to feel how desperate you are just from the shape of me.

I don’t want quick. I want thorough. I want you to take your time on every curve until your cock is aching and you’re leaking just from touching me. I want you to get lost in the warmth of my skin, the scent of me, the soft give of my body under your hands and mouth.

Tell me which part of me you’d worship first.

Be honest. I already know you’re hard just thinking about it.