I have a simple message for you, it’s spelled out right on my little cotton panties, kiss my ass. I know you want to. It’s so embarrassing to admit that all you want to do is get on your knees, pucker up and smooch my cheeks. You want to smooch my cheeks, don’t you?

Do it. Kiss my ass. Try to kiss while I’m trying to smoother you. How many kisses can you get in before I’m finished using you as a seat, hmm?

Bossy ass worship.