Waiting Room Ass Worship
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You’ve been waiting forever — paperwork filled out, coffee gone cold, nerves building with every tick of the clock. The doctor’s running late again, and you’re stuck in this sterile waiting room, fidgeting in your chair, frustration simmering.
Then I glance over — your hot receptionist in a tight black skirt and shiny red blouse — and give you that sweet, apologetic smile. “Just a few more minutes, I promise,” I say, voice soft but confident.
But you’re done waiting passively.
You lean forward, voice low, eyes locked on my hips. “If I’ve gotta wait… mind if I make it worth my time?” You gesture toward my ass — round, hugged tight by the sleek fabric of my skirt. “That perfect ass of yours… I just wanna worship it while I wait.”
And damn, I love a confident patient.
A smirk curls my lips. I stop just inches from you, close enough that you smell my perfume — vanilla, musk, danger. Then I turn, bending slightly over the chair in front of you, my skirt stretching over my full, juicy ass cheeks.
You don’t hesitate. Your hands grip my thighs, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh beneath the skirt. You bury your face in my ass, breathing me in, nuzzling, kissing the curves through the fabric. I arch back, moaning softly. “Mmm… that’s it. Kiss it. Smell me. Need me.” I roll my hips just for you, letting you feel how good you make me. Your cock? Rock hard. My pussy? Getting wetter by the second.
You can't get enough of my ass and I'm all too happy to give you what you want. You breathe in the scent of my ass, let it fill your lungs. You take in as much of my ass as you can until the time is up and your wait is over.
I had such a good time I think I want to continue this later. Would you care for some extra treatment at my place? Can I get your number?