I know about your secret. You’ve been staring at my ass every time I get up and walk to my desk. Tell me, what would you do to enjoy yourself with this ass? My skirt slowly creeps up my ass cheeks as I bend over to write something down and you come up behind me and stop just short of touching my ass. I know your discomfort, your embarrassment. I know you want desperately to ask, but I’m not giving you any help. I wanna hear you BEG for it, plead for my ass. Maybe if you ask nicely enough, I’ll let you sink your teeth into my perfect cheeks. I’ll let you slide down my thong and push your face between my cheeks, wiggling your tongue into my tight little hole. That’s it, worship my ass.
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