How does it feel knowing you're growing weaker and weaker for this ass? That your obsession only deepens, your addiction intensifies, and all you desire is to be beneath me! You long for my ass! It’s perfection, its beauty, its power, its scent! You're hopelessly addicted, and who could blame you? My ass only gets better and more irresistible with time. You need it pressed against your face, taking your breath away, reducing you to nothing more than a seat! And from now on, your name is Miss Roper’s Seat. It perfectly defines your place beneath me. You're completely consumed by your addiction to Me. My ass has infiltrated every aspect of your life, pushing you to do things you never dreamed possible. Before me, the idea of gulping down Goddess nectar or finding pleasure in Goddess gas was unimaginable. Before me, you thought you understood your fetishes. But look at you now, helpless and completely captivated by what my ass has unlocked within you!