Worship Dasille's ass

"Yes, mistress," you say obediently, your lips already pressed against the smooth hemispheres of Dasille's shapely ass. You immediately begin kissing her warm cheeks and planting butterfly kisses along the crescent of her ass. Dasille squirms and moans as your tongue begins to dart out and taste her crack.

She reacts to the feel of your tongue teasing up and down her crack by pushing her ass back against your face. You reach up and take hold of her soft assflesh, spreading her cheeks apart and admiring the pink wrinkle of her tight little asshole.

"Lick it, bitch," Dasille demands.

"Yes, mistress," you reply, leaning back in and slathering her clenched little asshole with the flat of your tongue. You coat it with your spit, teasing the muscular tip of your tongue against her hole. It isn't enough, she reaches back and roughly pushes your head into her ass.

"Get that tongue into my ass you little whore," she demands.

With more spit and a little more **** your tongue delves through the hot ring of her asshole. You can taste her bitter walls. Dasille moans and pushes back, impaling her tight ass on the prodding tip of your tongue. With her shoulders and breasts against the bed she reaches beneath her body and you can feel her hand brush your chin as she begins frigging her clit. You rim her and tight hole, tongueing her little butt until she is fucking her ass against your face and moaning with each lick.

"That's good, bitch," she moans. "Make me cum. Make your mistress cum."

Your face is buried in her ass as you lather her hole with spit and pump your tongue in and out. Dasille is frantically stroking her clit, the violent rubbing shaking her ass and her delicious cunt juice getting on your chin and breasts.

"Oh gods," she gasps. "Eat it you little human slut. You love it don't you?"

"Mmmmmmhmmmmm," you reply.

Dasille cries out and arches her back. You can see her shoulders tensing over the swell of her ass and the smooth curve of her back. You can feel her ass clenching in spasms around the wriggling intrusion of your tongue. You lean heavily into her, prolonging the moment for her with your skillful tonguing.

At last she releases her hold on your head and pulls her sticky fingers from between her dripping thighs. She leans forward on the bed, your tongue sliding from her reamed hole, you watch as it closes back to a pink rosebud, glistening with your spit.

"Very good, you naughty girl," Dasille says. She turns, the hem of her dress still lifted up to her flat stomach, and she exposes the perfect mound of her cunt with its fine thatch of blond-white pubic hair. Her juices are like honey or dew.

"Since you have been good I think you deserve a reward," she says, stepping towards you. She stands with her thighs on either side of your knees, her dripping slit so close to your face you can smell her perfumed musk. "Now how will I reward my good little human whore?"