11 Min
Imagine the sight of my big, round ass, bare and inviting, just inches from your face. You can see every curve, every jiggle as I move, taunting you with what you can’t have. Your cock throbs, aching to touch, to feel, but you know you can only watch. Your hand wraps around your hard shaft, stroking in rhythm with my movements. The tease is almost too much, the pleasure of watching, the frustration of not being able to touch. It’s a dance, a game of desire, where you’re left wanting, left to stroke yourself to the edge of ecstasy, all while my ass taunts you, jiggles for you, but remains just out of reach.
