Omg look at that ass

The salacious title of the video immediately draws the eye: “Omg Look at That Ass!” It’s an invitation, a siren call, a promise stretched out and Navidad across the screen. And those tags – “ass”, written so boldly and plainly, leave little to the imagination. This video, you know, is going to be all about that bass.

You click. The video loads. A woman comes into view, her face obscured by the camera angle. She’s wearing a skimpy bikini, strings tied in perfect knots. She bends over. Her pert behind rises up, scrutinized by the camera’s unblinking lens. The material of her bikini bottom rides up, disappearing between her plump cheeks.

“Ooh yeah, give me a nice view of that booty!” the camerawoman commands, despite the fact that this seems to be precisely what the star of the show is doing. You watch, transfixed, as the woman wiggles her hips, her rear end jiggling almost imperceptibly. She gives the camera a perfect rear view.

The camerawoman whistles low and appreciatively. “Dayum,” she breathes. “That ass is fine.” The woman in the video looks over her shoulder with a sultry grin, one hand running along the curve of her hip. “You like what you see?” she murmurs. The camerawoman ignores her, instead zooming in, close enough that you can make out low-lit stretch marks across her right butt cheek.

“Your ass is a fucking work of art,” the camerawoman says, voice dripping with unabashed lust. The woman in the video laughs, reaching back to cup one butt cheek, fingers sinking into the firm flesh.

“You like my ass, baby?” she purrs. She turns around, sinking down until she’s sitting on the floor, knees spread wide. The camera zooms out, getting a full view of her body – full breasts straining against her bikini top, her barely-covered pussy, her long, shapely legs. “You want to see more of it?” she asks, gaze hooding as she looks at the camera.

The camerawoman leans in close. “Fuck yeah, I do,” she growls. The woman smiles, slow and wicked. “Then you’re gonna have to earn it,” she says, her voice a sound a sense of promise. She reaches up and tugs at the strings of her bikini top until it slips off her body, exposing her breasts. Hard, dusky nipples beg for attention.

The camerawoman groans low in her throat. “Damn,” she breathes. The woman on the floor winks at her. “You like what you see?” she asks. The camerawoman nods dumbly. “Then keep the camera rolling,” the woman instructs, “and watch.”

From this angle, you can see her reach down, fingers sinking between her legs. She tugs her bikini bottom aside, revealing the wetness of her pussy lips. She circles her clit with one finger, her hips swaying. A low moan escapes her. “Video my tight little cunt getting wet,” she orders.

The camerawoman begins to pant, lens focused on the woman’s glistening slit. The woman fucks herself with one finger, then two, her ass rising up off the floor. Her free hand toys with her nipple as she rocks, bucking against her own fingers. “You want to eat my pussy, baby?” she croons at the camera. “You want to lick my cunt and tongue my clit until I come all over your face?”

The camerawoman whimpers, readjusting the camera to get a perfect view of the woman’s fingers plunging in and out of her dripping folds. “I bet you’d taste so sweet,” the woman on the video continues, voice rising in pitch as she gets closer to her climax. “I bet you’d gobble me up like a good little slut.”

The camerawoman lets out a choked moan, great shuddering breaths clouding up the lens. The woman on the screen turns her head at just the right angle and comes hard on her fingers, saying your name as she does. Her body curves and arches, her eyelids fluttering.

The camera pauses for a long moment, ambient sounds – the rustle of clothing, a breathy moan, the whir of the camera itself – lingering. Then the visual returns, the camera focused on the woman’s naked, heaving chest. She looks up at the camera, eyes glazed and sated. “Did you like that, baby?” she murmurs.

The camera does not reply, does not move, has no response other than that long, lingering focus on her heaving breasts and damp cunt. The woman smiles, languid and sleek as a cat. “So what do you think?” she asks. “Was watching me come worth the price of admission?”