I know that I am a sexy piece of ass, and I can’t get enough of all the attention that I get as a result. That is probably why I love body worship phone sex so fucking much. I get eye fucked on the regular, and I can’t get enough of it. There is just something about how those eyes linger on me, how hands shake because they want to touch my body, head to toe. It makes me feel like a goddess in my own skin. I love the way desire flickers in your gaze, the way your breath hitches when I stretch, arch, tease—offering just enough to keep you hungry but never quite enough to satisfy. I like to be adored and cherished; every inch of me explored like I’m some rare, untouchable thing you’ve been given the privilege to worship. Soft lips tracing the delicate curve of my collarbone, fingertips ghosting down my stomach as if you’re memorizing me with reverence—I could live in those moments.
It’s not just the physical; it’s how you look at me like I’m the only thing that exists, the only thing that matters. Devotion is intoxicating, and I love to drink it in, to let it wrap around me like silk. I like knowing that you crave me, that you’d spend hours mapping my skin, whispering praises that make my breath hitch and my body melt. Worship me with your hands, lips, words, and gifts—show me how much you need me and how much you love the way I taste and feel under your fingertips. Let me be your obsession, your masterpiece, the thing you can’t stop thinking about. Because I was made to be adored, I love nothing more than seeing you wholly lost in me on our body worship phone sex calls.
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