Don't Breathe Ass Worship

Description: What would you trade for a few seconds underneath my divine, ebony ass? next to all of the money in your wallet, there's one sacrifice that would amuse me... your breath. the very thing that keeps you alive. when your desperation reaches its peak, and you find yourself craving the pressure of my ass cheeks against your face more than you do air itself, crawl to me. we'll test your devotion.