This little bastard used to act all straight, all shy, all buttoned-up, and now?
Now he’s standing in front of me, wet, offering me his ass.
You’ve gotta be fucking stupid to be given a chance like this and say no.
Seriously. Locked-up level dumbass.
Because this ass? This ass could convert a nation.
I spread my hands out wide, then I grab him.
Both cheeks. I squeeze them hard. Then I push them apart, rotating my thumbs in slow circles.
I’m not touching him yet. I’m just admiring.
I’m the fucking chosen one. Because let’s be real. Nobody gets to see him and touch him like this.
Nobody but me. Literally.
And now that I’ve had a taste?
I’mnevergoing back to starving.
Sometimes I feel like this is too good for me. I’m not built for this shit. What the fuck is that ass? That ungodly, thick, juicy, round perfect ass.
Is this punishment for everything bad I’ve ever done?
Because if it is, I deserve it. I’d do it all again. How does he have that back there and walk around like it’s normal?
I give his ass a light smack, to feel how fucking juicy it is.
It jiggles. It actually jiggles. This is serious. This is historical. That’s not a regular ass.
I bite my tongue.
I wanna praise it. I wanna apologize to it for not worshipping it sooner. What if I die before I touch it again? What if he never lets me bury my face in it the way I’m meant to?
I should’ve made a will.
If I perish, tell Rava’s ass I loved it.
Tell it I died doing what I loved:staring.
He bends forward slightly.
If this is what hell looks like, baby, burn me alive. God, look at that arch. Look at those thighs. Look at that perfect fucking ass just waiting to be eaten.
I wanna live between those ass cheeks. Die there.
Come back and do it all over again. I spread him open. I start at the base, and drag my tongue all the way up between those two fucking melons like I’m swiping a goddamn credit card.
I let out the filthiest moan and bury my face deeper. This is the moment. People talk about finding their calling, this is mine. Right here. Rava Weston’s ass.
I’m smiling. I lick again, slower this time.
Then I go back in.
I start making out with it. No other way to say it. My tongue moves like it’s in love. I’m sucking gently, then harder, then softer again.
