Chapter 2: Ivy
“My name is Ivy Valentine and this is Hentai Booty Worship.” Ivy's voice echoes through the studio, her tone a mix of confidence and mischief. She turns to the camera, her green eyes gleaming with a challenge.
The studio's lights flicker, and the air is filled with the sultry beat of urban music. Ivy Valentine begins her tease, her body undulating to the rhythm, her hips swaying seductively. She runs her hands over her leather catsuit, her fingers tracing the curves of her body, her eyes locked onto the camera.
Ivy shows off her ass—a plump , juicy peach just begging to be bitten. She bends over, her hand caressing her round cheeks, using her fingertips to give off the illusion of her ass isolating.
Hip-hop instrumentals played in the background as the camera focused on that ass. Ivy continued her tease, swaying her hips from side to side as her booty wiggled.
She unzipped her catsuit slowly, her eyes never leaving the camera. Ivy pulled the zipper all the way down, the catsuit falling open to reveal her lace bra and thong. She turned to the side, her hand cupping her breast, her fingers teasing her nipple through the lace.
Ivy sat on a chair and unhooked her bra. Her massive mammories sprang free, her nipples already hard and pointing upwards. She rubbed them gently, giving the camera a good view of her tits jiggling. She then slid her thong off, revealing her cleanly shaven pussy.
“Fuck, yeah,” LT growled, stepping closer to the stage. His big black dick was already straining against his pants, eager to be set free. “Work that pussy, Ivy. Let them see what you’re working with.”
Ivy spread her legs wide, showing off her pink, glistening pussy. She rubbed her clit in slow circles, her eyes locked onto the camera.
She then straddled the chair with her back to the camera. This movie was about ass. That couldn’t be forgotten—so Ivy brought it back to her big booty.
She slid off the chair and onto her hands and knees, jutting her ass back toward the camera. She reached back, grabbing her cheeks and spreading them wide, showing off her tight asshole and wet pussy. The camera zoomed in, capturing every detail of her most intimate parts.
“Look at this fat ass,” Ivy said, her voice dripping with lust. “It’s fucking magnificent.” She smacked her cheeks, the sound echoing through the studio. “And it’s all yours for the taking, LT.”
LT growled, his hands already working on his belt. “Fuck, Ivy.
LT pulled down his pants and out sprang his big black dick, already hard and ready. He stroked it slowly, his eyes never leaving Ivy's ass. It was a fucking masterpiece, round and plump, begging to be fucked. He couldn't wait to bury himself in that sweet, tight hole.
Ivy looked over her shoulder, her green eyes locking onto LT's. “You wanna fuck this ass, don't you?” she taunted, wiggling her hips provocatively.
LT growled, his grip on his cock tightening. “You know I fucking do, baby.”
Ivy smirked, her hand reaching back to play with her asshole. LT came, knelt and fondled the big booty. He then opened his mouth and started eating that ass out.
His tongue was thick and wet, licking and lapping at her asshole. It took only a few seconds for Ivy to start moaning. The feeling of LT's tongue on her ass was unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
“Oh fuck, LT,” she moaned. “That feels so fucking good.”
LT kept eating her ass, his tongue darting in and out of her tight hole. His hands gripped her cheeks, spreading them wide so he could get every inch of her.
“Mmm,” he hummed, his mouth full of her ass. “You taste so fucking good, Ivy.