Body worship – it’s my favorite thing in this whole damn world. There’s just something about the feel of soft lips and a wet tongue savoring every inch of my skin that gets my juices flowin’ somethin’ fierce. I’m Aspen, a sweet young thang from the South, and I live for body worship. My tight 20-year-old body, with its perky little tits and round ass, was made to be worshipped. And worship myself I do!
When I get a man alone, I go to town on him, kissin’ and lickin’ every muscle, every curve. I tease those hard abs, trail my tongue along his neck, nibble his earlobe, and slowly work my way down that happy trail until I’m face to face with Mr. Happy. Then I lavish him with long slow licks, firm sucks, and playful grazes of my teeth. I take my time worshipping every rigid inch until he’s beggin’ for more.
But I’m an equal opportunity worshipper – I need my own body worshipped just as badly as I crave giving it. I want to be kissed so deep it knocks the breath outta me. I want fingers tangled in my pigtailed hair, tuggin’ my head back. I want to be groped and grabbed and manhandled until I’m mewlin’ like a damn kitten. I want my tits sucked so hard I’ll be wearin’ hickeys for days. And I want to be ridden hard and put away wet, with my legs wrapped tight as I’m pounded into the mattress.
That’s my definition of body worship – complete and utter veneration, given and received with equal fervor. My body, my man’s body – all of it is sacred and worthy of our devotion. And I intend to spend the rest of my days on this earth offering up my body as a temple for worship, as I accept the same in return..
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