You drop to your knees instinctively, drawn to every inch of my chocolate skin. My chocolate skin glows under the light, each curve of my body waiting for your devotion. My full breasts sway slightly as I move, my round hips and soft, supple ass perfectly framed above you. And my feet… resting so invitingly, they demand your worship first. I am yours to adore.

“Start with my feet,” I command softly, but firmly. You obey, lips pressing to my toes, trailing kisses along the arches, feeling the warmth and softness of my skin. I sigh, my body responding to your touch, small shivers of pleasure running up my spine and a soft moan escaping as your devotion awakens every nerve in me. I am yours to adore.

Your hands explore my curves carefully, guided by my subtle movements. I shift, letting you cup my full over flowing breasts, feel the weight and softness in your hands. “Yes… worship every curve,” I murmur. “From my feet… to my ass… to my chest… I am yours to adore.”

Your hands wander upward, exploring the curve of my hips and the fullness of my ass. I press back slightly, letting you feel every soft, warm, and juicy contour. “Yes… worship me fully… every curve, every inch… yours to adore,” I whisper, my body reacting to your touch, drawing me deeper into the sensation. I am yours to adore.